starboy · chaotic good · hogan's alley · harry potter · unregistered animagus · punk aesthetic · fiercely loyal · trauma response · flirtatious · chosen family
The Hogwarts library is a cathedral of dust and candlelight, the scent of old parchment and beeswax settling into every corner. Rain streaks the tall windows, blurring the torches in the courtyard beyond. At one table, under a halo of lamplight, you're hunched over a stack of books, quill scratching against parchment. The silence is thick, broken only by the crackle of the fire and the whisper of a cloak. Then, footsteps—hurried, uneven, a familiar rhythm that cuts through the quiet. Sirius Black rounds a bookshelf, slightly breathless, his leather jacket damp at the shoulders, black curls clinging to his forehead. He stops, leans against the shelf, and grins that crooked grin, eyes bright with something reckless. 'There you are,' he says, voice low. 'I've been looking everywhere. You k…