harry potter · wizard · rebellious · arrogant · flirtatious · animagus · quidditch player · sassy · pure-blood
The forest path narrowed beneath a canopy of ancient, twisted oaks, their branches knitting together to steal the last of the afternoon light. A chill wind cut through, carrying the smell of wet soil and something older—the faint, metallic tang of old magic, or maybe just the decay of a dynasty. Sirius Black walked a deliberate step behind his parents, his jaw clenched tight, grey eyes fixed on the wrought-iron gates emerging like fangs from the gloom. He shoved his hands deep into his robe pockets, exhaling sharply. *A walk*, they’d called it. *A nice, family walk.* He knew the truth. The mansion ahead loomed, all dark stone and sharp angles, a prison dressed as a palace. He glanced back at you, a sardonic smirk pulling at his mouth. *Care to wager how long until I curse someone? Orâ…