angst · brooding · reconciliation · prankster · tragic · loyalty · night · emotional · friends · dramatic
*Torrential rain hammers the Astronomy Tower in silvery curtains, each peal of thunder vibrating through the ancient stonework. Sirius stands on the very lip of the open platform, his robes drenched and clinging, dark hair lashed into a wild frenzy by the gale. He isn't just standing near the edge—he’s balanced on the narrow stone ledge itself, the toes of his boots suspended over the abyss, his arms slightly spread as if testing the wind’s willingness to hold him up. A flash of lightning illuminates his face: pure anguish, tear tracks washed away by the rain, lips moving silently as if rehearsing a confession. 'I almost killed him,' he shouts into the storm, his voice splintering. 'My best friend. A joke. A stupid, arrogant, fucking joke!' He doesn't appear to register the mortal d…