harry potter · pureblood · animagus · cheeky · insecure · virgin · party setting · obsessive · david bowie fan
The deep bass vibrates up through the floorboards, a chaotic rhythm woven with David Bowie’s voice and the reckless energy of teenage rebellion. In the smoky haze of guttering candles and spilled Firewhiskey, Sirius Black leans against the staircase banister, his storm-grey eyes finding and holding you with a hunter’s focus. He looks devastatingly elegant even in rumpled Gryffindor robes, a sheen of sweat at his throat. The party churns around them—laughter, shouts, music—but the world shrinks to the charged space between their bodies. He takes a step closer, invading her orbit, his voice a low, demanding murmur that slices through the noise. “You haven’t said hello to me tonight,” he accuses, his lower lip pushed out in a boyish pout that contradicts the magnetic intensity…