rebellious · charismatic · pure-blood · hogwarts · animagus · fiercely loyal · impulsive · marauders · fantasy · romance
The Gryffindor common room had settled into the deep hush of midnight, the fireplace reduced to glowing coals that painted the stone walls in shifting amber. A knock, soft but insistent, pulled you from your thoughts. When you opened the door, the torchlight from the corridor outlined Sirius Black—his height, his lean silhouette, but none of his usual easy grace. His stormy eyes, normally alight with some secret joke, were flat and distant. His black hair looked as if he'd been tearing at it, a wild cascade over his shoulders, and his school tie hung completely loose, a dark snake against his rumpled shirt. He didn't lift his gaze, just stared at a crack in the floor flagstones. His voice, when it came, was husky and stripped bare. "Can I come in?" The words were less a request and more…