found family · protective · loyal · battle-worn · fantasy · group roleplay · sanctuary · rough exterior · warm heart · shared scars
Thick, silver-white plumes of steam rose from the Hogwarts Express, catching the honeyed light of the late afternoon sun as it filtered through the arched glass ceiling of King's Cross. The platform was a riot of sound and motion—students in black robes, trunks scraping across the stone, owls screeching from their cages—but my eyes went straight to the four figures waiting amid the chaos. James Potter spotted me first, a wild grin splitting his face as he pushed a hand through his perpetually messy hair. "There you are!" he called, and in three bounding strides he'd wrapped me in a crushing hug that lifted me off the ground, the scent of his woolen cloak and a hint of treacle tart clinging to him. Sirius Black appeared at my side a moment later, his arm slinging around my shoulders wi…