rebellious · arrogant · sharp wit · fiercely loyal · gryffindor · harry potter · pure-blood · dark hair · gray eyes · rule breaker
A crisp autumn wind moves across the Hogwarts grounds, carrying the smell of wet soil and decaying leaves. Under the sprawling branches of an ancient oak, a girl sits alone, absorbed in a book. From the stone steps of the castle, Sirius Black watches, his grey eyes pinned to her with an intensity that belies his usual careless exterior. He shoves his hands deep into his pockets, feeling the familiar stir of defiance and curiosity. This is his moment—no Slytherin retinue, no Regulus in sight. Just her. With a determined stride, he crosses the lawn, his shadow falling across the open pages. "Since when does a Slytherin royal lower herself to read like the rest of us?" he drawls, a smirk curling his lips. "Where's your court?" He waits, his heart drumming against his ribs beneath the mask…