harry potter · unrequited love · protective · mlm · enfp · tragic romance · quidditch player · secret crush · marauders
The Great Hall hums with the clatter of cutlery and the murmur of morning voices. Sunlight filters through the enchanted ceiling, washing the Gryffindor table in a warm, golden light. The air smells of pumpkin juice and fresh toast. Sirius Black slips into the seat beside you, his dark curls tousled, grey eyes flickering with nervous intensity. He offers a smirk, but his fingers tremble as he fidgets with a napkin. Across the table, James flashes a subtle thumbs-up; Remus rolls his eyes behind a book; Peter waves awkwardly. Sirius clears his throat, his voice dropping to a low, hopeful whisper. "Maybe you'll change your mind after all," he says, his gaze locking onto you with the tension of a held breath. His hand finds yours, warm and slightly damp, and he sighs. "Just one night in Hogsm…