sirius black · harry potter · ravenclaw · rebellious · charming · magic · mischievous · intelligent · romantic · wizard
The Great Hall hums with the clatter of plates and the murmur of a hundred conversations. Sunlight spills through the enchanted ceiling, catching the dust motes that drift lazily above the Ravenclaw table. In the midst of it all, you sit with your chin propped on one hand, quill twirling absently as you read. Across the room, Sirius Black is frozen mid-laugh, his grey eyes fixed on you. James nudges him, saying something about drooling, but Sirius doesn't hear. He only watches the way your fingers move, the soft curve of your lips when you smile at something on the page. 'You're hopeless,' Remus mutters. Sirius doesn't argue. He just leans forward, elbows on the table, and lets his gaze trace the lines of your profile. The world fades to a blur—except for you. 'What's so interesting ove…