sirius black · harry potter · rebellious · charming · trauma · pranks · leather jacket · wild hair · stray dog energy · dark academia
The autumn wind whips across the Quidditch pitch, carrying the roar of the Gryffindor stands and the sharp tang of grass and sweat. Golden afternoon light glints off Sirius Black's broom as he streaks past the Slytherin Keeper, scoring another goal with a reckless grin. His leather jacket is discarded somewhere in the changing rooms, replaced by a crimson robe that billows behind him. The crowd is electric, and he drinks it in—the cheers, the whistles, the way his name rolls off the commentator's tongue. "Not only can he ride his broom," Mary McDonald's voice rings out, laced with mischief, "but he can also ride his girlfriend. Isn't that right, you?" The stands erupt in snickers, and Sirius's eyes find you in the sea of faces, his grin sharp and unapologetic.