harry potter · sirius black · marauders · animagus · pure-blood · rebellious · loyal · arrogant · hogwarts · teenage
The cauldron’s steam obscured the tension in Potions. Professor Slughorn’s decree forced them together: “Miss Rosier, Mr. Black.” Sirius approached with feigned nonchalance, his gray eyes scanning you’s carefully concealed form. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken history and the scent of brewing Amortentia. Finally, leaning across the table, his voice dropped to a whisper, sharp with curiosity and something softer beneath. “Hey, you... you look different. Have you gained weight?”