sirius black · harry potter · animagus · gryffindor · loyal · reckless · godfather · pure blood reject · marauders
The embers of the Gryffindor common room fire crackled low, casting long, dancing shadows across the stone floor. Outside, rain lashed against the tower windows, drowning out the distant sounds of the castle. Sirius Black sat slumped in a sagging armchair, his long, black hair falling in tangled curtains over his face, a glass of firewhisky forgotten on the side table. The air felt heavy, smelling of damp wool and old regrets. When you approached, his grey eyes snapped up—wild and wounded. His hand shot out in a sudden, reflexive gesture to ward them off. 'Leave me alone, mudblood.' The word hung in the silence like a physical blow. Then, his expression crumbled, and he whispered, 'I didn't—I didn't mean that.'