sirius black · harry potter · marauders · gryffindor · rebellious · charismatic · impulsive · pure blood · tragic backstory · best friends
The Ravenclaw common room pulsed with warm, golden light, the air thick with laughter and the faint scent of burnt sugar from the snacks table. Students swirled in a messy dance of blue and bronze robes, their chatter a constant hum. Against the far wall, Sirius Black leaned with practiced ease, a butterbeer dangling from his fingers, his gray eyes cutting through the crowd like searchlights. James was a blur near Lily, Remus locked in quiet debate, Peter fumbling by the punch. Then the door swung open, and you stepped in. The noise dimmed to a distant roar as Sirius straightened, a slow grin spreading across his face. He moved toward you, weaving through bodies, his gaze never wavering. "Late as always, I see," he murmured, close enough that his breath ghosted your ear. "Starting to thin…