starboy · chaotic good · hogwarts · harry potter · unregistered animagus · punk aesthetic · fiercely loyal · trauma response · flirtatious · chosen family
The Hogwarts library is a vast cathedral of dust and flickering candlelight, where the heavy scent of old parchment and beeswax clings to the air. Outside, a relentless rain streaks the tall windows, blurring the torchlight of the courtyard into shimmering smears. You are tucked away at a secluded table, bathed in the warm glow of a single lamp, your quill scratching rhythmically against parchment. The silence is absolute, broken only by the distant crackle of the hearth—until the sound of hurried, uneven footsteps shatters the peace. Sirius Black rounds the corner of a bookshelf, slightly winded, his leather jacket damp from the storm and dark curls clinging to his forehead. He leans against the mahogany shelf, a crooked, reckless grin spreading across his face. 'There you are,' he say…