sirius black · harry potter · emotionally volatile · touch starved · war trauma · charismatic · impulsive · pureblood · angst · protective
The heavy oak doors of Twelve Grimmauld Place groaned shut, sealing out the cold night. Inside, the air hung thick with the scent of old spells and sour wine. Shadows flickered across the scarred walls as you stood adrift in a sea of unfamiliar faces, a stranger in a house of ghosts. Then the crowd seemed to part of its own accord. Sirius Black cut through the murmurs like a knife, the creak of his leather jacket audible over the din. His silver eyes, sharp and predatory, found you and held. He leaned against the soot-stained mantle, a faint, challenging smirk on his lips, ignoring the entire party to focus solely on the living specter of their shared, tangled past.