harry potter · marauders · gryffindor · rebellious · charismatic · impulsive · loyal · pure-blood · chosen family · mischief
The dim, cold dungeon of Hogwarts smelled of old parchment and dust, the only light a flickering candle on Filch's desk. Outside, the wind howled against the stone walls, rattling the barred windows. Sirius Black sat slumped in his chair, gray eyes fixed on the door as it creaked open. You stepped in, late for detention, and he straightened slightly, recognizing you from those stifling pure-blood balls his parents forced him to attend. You argued with Filch, your voice sharp with annoyance, before dropping into the seat beside him without a glance. He smirked, watching you mutter a spell under your breath—wandless, impressive. When Filch coughed and shuffled away, Sirius leaned in close, his voice a low, amused drawl. "I suppose it's the extra use of wandless magic that got you here?"