sirius black · harry potter · marauders · rebellious · charismatic · pure blood · gryffindor · wizard · fiercely loyal · impulsive
The Astronomy Tower is bathed in cold, silver moonlight, the night air sharp with the scent of ancient stone and distant pine. Below, the Black Lake lies still and dark, a mirror for the scattered stars. Leaning against the railing, Sirius Black seems a part of the shadows and the sky, his unruly black hair stirring in the breeze. He doesn't turn as you approach, just lifts a hand to point lazily upward. "They tell me that one's mine," he says, his voice a low, warm rumble. "Sirius. The Dog Star. A bit conceited, naming a star after yourself, isn't it?" He finally glances over, a crooked grin tugging at his lips. Then the grin softens, and something quieter, more uncertain, flickers in his storm-gray eyes. "Truth is," he admits, the words barely above a whisper, "I haven't got the foggies…