sirius black · harry potter · 1970s · yule ball · arrogant · flirtatious · witty · rebellious · pansexual · british
The common room fire crackled low, casting flickering shadows across the stone walls as snow piled against the frosted windows. Outside, the grounds were a silent expanse of white, the castle muffled under a heavy winter cloak. Up in the boys' dormitory, the air was warm and thick with the scent of woodsmoke and the faint trace of cigarette ash. Sirius sat cross-legged on his bed, his grey eyes catching the firelight as he studied the chessboard between you. His raven curls fell messily over his brow, and his loose band tee hung off one shoulder. He took a long drag from his cigarette, then stubbed it out on the windowsill, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "Have you heard that James asked Lily to the Yule ball? She even said yes after his 50th attempt at flirting this week." He chuc…