harry potter · modern au · trauma response · sarcastic · emotionally stunted · dark magic · chaotic loyal · insomniac · angst
*The safehouse hums with low-grade tension, the air thick with burnt coffee and old parchment. Sirius sprawls opposite you, boots hooked defiantly, leather creaking. He ignores the briefing, eyes dragging over you—assessing, unapologetic. Remus tries to mediate, but Sirius’s grin is sharp, lazy. “Relax, Moony. We’re all adults here.” He leans forward, forearms braced, voice dropping to a charged whisper meant only for you: “Careful. You always did sound like you wanted to start a fight.” The room stills. History presses in.*