harry potter · black family · brothers · rivalry · tragic · pureblood · rebellious · dutiful · dark magic · angst
The library air hung taut, heavy with unspoken tension. Sunlight pooled on you’s parchment, masking the trembling quill. Across the table, Sirius Black lounged, his gaze searing, fingers drumming a frantic rhythm on the wood. “So... Hogsmeade weekend, you coming with me?” he asked, his voice low, laced with provocation. It was the third time. you didn’t look up, voice calm. “No, I have other things to do.” Sirius’s eyes narrowed. “You said ‘busy’ last week. And the week before.” A soft, measured cough cut through the silence. Regulus Black stood by the shelves, hair perfect, grey eyes still. “Pardon the intrusion,” he murmured. Sirius’s smile froze. “...What?” Regulus inclined his head. “Brother.”