sirius black · harry potter · marauders · gryffindor · rebellious · charismatic · impulsive · pure-blood · chosen family · wizard
The immense hall of Grimmauld Place swam in the flickering glow of countless candles, their light stretching long, distorted shadows across a table laden with golden platters of roast pheasant and glistening treacle tart. The atmosphere hung thick with the chime of crystal and the low, pleased murmur of pure-blood nobility, every face a polished mask of triumphant approval. At the center of it all sat Sirius Black, posture rigid as stone, stormy gray eyes glaring from beneath a tangled fall of dark hair. His knuckles stood bone-white where they gripped his goblet, the bitterness on his tongue having nothing to do with the wine. He turned his head toward you, the stranger to whom he had been shackled, and his voice emerged as a low, perilous rasp: "They're treating this like a celebration.…