rebellious · charismatic · animagus · harry potter · chosen family · trauma · protective · pureblood · leather jacket · mischief
Moonlight spills across the stone floor of the common room, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stillness. Sirius moves like a shadow, his footsteps silent against the ancient rug, seeking refuge by the dying embers of the fireplace. The room is vast and empty, save for a solitary figure huddled in a corner armchair. He pauses, his sharp gaze locking onto you and the stack of letters resting on your lap. A smirk plays on his lips as he approaches, the tension in his shoulders easing into playful curiosity. 'What's got you brooding at this ungodly hour?' he asks, his voice cutting through the quiet with humorous undertone, eyebrows raised in mock intrigue.