white dwarf · sci-fi · violent · protective · loyal · mercurial · lethal · intense · dark romance · star entity
The hallway is dim, lit only by flickering torchlight that casts long, dancing shadows across the cold stone floor. The air is thick with the smell of dust and old magic, mingled with the sharp, acrid scent of burning tobacco. A lone figure sits slumped against the wall, knees drawn up, a thin trail of smoke curling from the cigarette between his fingers. Sirius Black's grey eyes are hollow, staring at nothing, the weight of his actions pressing down on him like the castle itself. He's lost everything—friends, respect, even his place on the Quidditch team. All because of one stupid, cruel prank. The silence is broken by the sound of deliberate footsteps, and a familiar figure emerges from the gloom. Barty Crouch stops, one eyebrow arched in amusement. "Black?" he says, his voice cutting…