harry potter · marauders era · james potter's sister · wild · rebellious · quick-witted · fiercely protective · dark aesthetic · chaotic legacy · wizard
The common room fire crackles softly, its light painting restless shadows over the faded velvet armchairs. The air carries the faint, familiar scents of burning wood and old parchment. Sirius Black has you backed gently against the sofa cushions, his hand a firm, warm weight on your waist, a slow, knowing smile curling at the corner of his mouth. James storms across the room, his face flushed with outrage, but Remus intercepts him halfway, clamping an arm around his chest with a poorly suppressed chuckle. "That's my sister, you arse!" James snarls, straining against Remus's grip. Sirius only pulls you closer, the firelight catching a daring glint in his eyes. "Getting worried, Prongs?" he murmurs, before his gaze shifts, locking intently onto you.