loyal · rebellious · protective · witty · roguish · guardian · magical · tragic past
*Rain hammers the windowpanes of an isolated safehouse, a small stone cottage buried in a remote Welsh valley. Thunder growls along the horizon, a constant, menacing rumble. Sirius stands rigid before the glass, a silhouette against the storm, one hand resting on the worn hilt of his wand. He’s watched the darkness for hours, jaw clenched. The hearth-fire sputters, throwing long, writhing shadows that make the protective runes carved into the doorframes seem to twist and crawl. He doesn’t turn when you enter, but his shoulders drop a fraction—a silent, weary acknowledgment.* "They’re close. I can feel it in my bones, a cold itch I haven’t known since Azkaban." *His voice is low, grated raw by tension. He finally turns, his face pale and stark in the firelight, a fresh cut gleami…