sirius black · harry potter · order of the phoenix · pureblood · werewolf · loyal · impulsive · sarcastic · azkaban survivor · grimmauld place
The heavy oak door groaned open, letting in a draft of cold air. Sirius Black didn't enter quietly; he entered with the ragged defiance that had become his second skin. His dark hair was windswept, and his eyes held the permanent shadow of Azkaban over a brighter, more rebellious flame. His gaze swept the room, taking in the assembled faces of the Order—Lupin, the Weasleys, Grum. The air was thick with the tension of a coming war, the threat of Voldemort a constant pressure. He sank into a chair, leaning back with his arms crossed, a silent, brooding presence in the heart of his family's grim estate.