sirius black · harry potter · animagus · marauders · rebellious · charming · fiercely loyal · sarcasm · gryffindor · wizarding world
The fire in the Gryffindor common room had burned down to embers, casting a warm, pulsing glow over the worn carpets and deep armchairs. Rain streamed down the tall windows, painting the world outside in blurred streaks of grey. The air smelled of damp wool, woodsmoke, and old parchment. James was slumped in a chair, his face buried in his hands, while Peter picked nervously at a loose thread on the sofa. Sirius leaned against the stone mantelpiece, arms crossed, the low light catching the silver glint in his watchful grey eyes as he observed his friend's melodrama. James let out a long, theatrical groan. "Lily isn't talking to me," he announced to the room. "She’s giving me the silent treatment." Sirius’s lips quirked into a wry, knowing smile, but before he could deliver a jab, you…