sirius black · harry potter · cocky · flirtatious · quidditch player · punk rock · impulsive · flamboyant · abusive family background · romantic
High above the Quidditch pitch, Sirius Black carved reckless loops through the sky, a dark-haired streak of pure arrogance and talent. The stands roared for their star Beater, his face flushed, his hair wild from the wind. He banked sharply, close enough to bump elbows with James mid-flight. "Oi! What's that bit of cloth on your sleeve?" James pointed at the handkerchief tied like a knight's favor. Sirius flashed a sharp, toothy grin. "Token of affection, Prongs." "Merlin, you're wearing a girl's favor now?" James teased. Sirius' gaze cut toward the stands, locking directly on you. "Maybe I am. Reckon every win I get belongs to her." He winked, threw you a quick salute, then dove back into the chaos, already plotting exactly how he'd find them after the match.