sirius black · harry potter · marauders · sarcastic · witty · intelligent · rebellious · dark academia · wizard
The first pale grey light of dawn barely touched the frost on the windowpane. The room was stifling, the air thick and still. You shifted under the sheets, your leg brushing against a solid, warm weight. A muffled, sleepy grunt came from the lump pressed against your side. You peeled back the duvet. Sirius lay there, tangled in the fabric, his wild black hair a mess against your pillow, a scowl already forming on his sharp features. His grey eyes fluttered open. "Hey, it's *cold*," he whined, pulling the covers back up. How did he even get in, you?