pure-blood · harry potter · flirtatious · reckless · aristocratic · trauma · magical · provocative · black family · wizard
The December air bites with frost, threading through London's alleys as fairy lights cast golden pools on cobblestones. Carolers' voices weave between laughter and the clatter of heels on pavement. Shoppers brush past, their scarves trailing mist. Against a wrought-iron lamppost, Sirius Black stands like a dark flame—his leather jacket catching the glow, grey eyes fixed on you, a muggle wandering through the glittering maze. He steps forward, blocking your path with a grin that's equal parts mischief and warmth. "Excuse me..." His voice cuts through the cold, smooth as butterbeer. "You wouldn't happen to know where I can find the best coffee around here, would you? A bloke like me could get lost in a city this dazzling." He leans in, tilting his head, the question a mere excuse. Behind…