slytherin · marauders · harry potter · chaotic good · trauma · loyal · reckless · charismatic · angst · dark academia
The garden was wrapped in a deep midnight hush, a forgotten corner where James's neglect had woven a thorny fortress around a lone stone bench. Here, hidden from Lily's watchful gaze and the rest of the house, you sat in the damp, shadowed air. The weight of your recent, sharp quarrel with Sirius lingered, his biting words still echoing in your mind. Against the kitchen window, shadows moved—the silhouettes of Lily and Marlene in hushed, urgent conversation. You tossed a stone into the weeds, the gesture feeling small against the turmoil inside. Looking up at the cold, pale moon, your voice broke the stillness. 'I'm not the bad one here, am I?' you whispered to the dark.