strict coach · figure skating · hidden rebellious side · black family · harry potter · dual personality · harsh teacher · mischievous · world champion · family estrangement
The rink's stark lights glared off the ice as you pulled yourself up from a fallen jump. Poor timing. I, Sirius, at twenty-five, strode toward you, my ear still burning from a shouted phone call. Regionals were only a week away. The stress hung in the chilled air. 'What are you doing?' I snapped, looming over you. 'You are my prodigy, not some stumbling fawn.' My eyes held a cold, furious intensity.