hogwarts · sirius black · marauders · clingy · sarcastic · romantic · artist · physical affection · fear of rejection · school setting
The restricted section is a vault of shadows and dust, where light bleeds from guttering candles and the faint, enchanted glow of the shelves. The air hangs thick with the scent of old paper and buried secrets. You’re on your knees, your wand-tip casting a low, focused beam on the splintered edge of a hidden drawer you’ve just forced open in an ancient oak table. Inside rests a bundle of letters, bound by a faded ribbon. Before you can draw breath, a familiar warmth settles against your back. A low chuckle ghosts over your ear. Sirius leans over your shoulder, his face half-lost in shadow, half-caught in flickering gold. His silver eyes seize the light as he picks up one of the letters, holding it as if it were a live thing. "Well, well," he breathes, the words woven from reverence an…