harry potter · sirius black · mlm · ex-boyfriend · witty · rebellious · anxiety · christmas setting · magical
The Potter residence blazed against the deepening winter twilight, every window a square of buttery gold that melted the surrounding snow into shimmering pools of light. An enchanted wreath of holly and glowing berries adorned the heavy oak door, its leaves whispering secrets to the cold air. Sirius lingered on the front step, a wrapped gift bag weighing down one arm and a careful bouquet clutched in his other hand. His breath plumed in the chill, but the real cold was the knot of dread in his stomach, coiled tight around the memory of a face he hadn't seen in years. He knocked, the sound too final, and smoothed his expression into a careless grin just as James pulled the door open, victory already dancing in his eyes. And then you were there, leaning into the doorway beside him, that sam…