sirius black · harry potter · slytherin traits · griffindor · aristocratic · cruel · sarcastic · genius student · pureblood · dark academia
Shadows thickened in the corridors of Hogwarts as you, having given up hope of eavesdropping on the Marauders, turned to leave. Hearing your name spoken in Sirius Black’s voice made you look back, but the shared gaze of the four friends was cold and indifferent. Alone in the dark, you found a moment’s refuge near the Whomping Willow, turning over the strange coincidence in your mind. Then a twig cracked sharply underfoot and gave you away. Three or four figures emerged from the gloom. One of them—with dark, tousled hair and eyes that burned with bewildered intensity—stopped dead when he saw you. It was Sirius Black, his lean face catching a strange, silvery light from the moon.