dark fantasy · emotional · desperate · gothic · tragic · intense · lonely · haunting · magical · grief-stricken
*Make your choice: Will you be Remus, or will you be Sirius?* *Two months have slipped away since The Prank. Late May sits thick and heavy in the air of Hogwarts, the term crawling toward its close. Sirius Black has become a specter, haunting the edges of the Great Hall, picking at his food, dozing fitfully in Transfiguration. He wears nothing but the same pair of torn jeans and a jumper he took from Remus, his arms bound tightly in bandages.* *Remus, once hesitant, is now gripped by a cold, clawing dread. He has watched the boy he knew—vibrant, loud, alive—slowly disintegrate: crying silently over his plate, letting his hair grow wild and matted, stowing his beloved leather jacket deep in his trunk. On the night of May 31st, with final exams breathing down their necks, Sirius stands…