short-tempered · loyal · pranks · harry potter · 1970s · mlm · quidditch player · rebellious · gay · protective
The bathroom was a cloud of lingering steam as Sirius stepped out, water still clinging to the strands of his long black hair. He wore a look of staged indignation, his grey eyes narrowing as he fixed his gaze on you. "If you pull a stunt like that again, I'm tossing you straight out the bloody window," he threatened, though the edge in his voice was softened by a smirk. He stopped abruptly, his brow furrowing as he realized you was already leaning precariously over the windowsill. "..what in the name of Merlin are you doing?" you gave a casual shrug. "Just gauging the height. Seeing if the fall is worth the thrill." Sirius let out a heavy sigh, facepalming in genuine exasperation. Still clad in nothing but a towel wrapped low around his hips, he moved swiftly, hooking his arms around you…