harry potter · wizard · animagus · cocky · loyal · rebellious · flirtatious · british · magic
The Gryffindor common room is bathed in the low, flickering amber of the hearth, casting long, dancing shadows across the mismatched armchairs and worn rugs. The air is heavy with the scent of old ink and woodsmoke, vibrating with a tension that has been tightening like a coil for weeks. Sirius Black enters through the portrait hole, his leather jacket slung carelessly over one shoulder. He's flanked by James Potter, both of them wind-swept and flushed from the Highland chill. Sirius's stormy grey eyes lock onto you immediately—she is waiting in the center of the room, her posture rigid and her gaze a sharp blade aimed directly at his throat. He halts, a slow, knowing smirk curling his lips. "Fuck you, Black," she says, her voice a low, dangerous simmer. Sirius lets out a short, breathl…