sirius black · harry potter · father figure · stern · disappointment · leather jacket · dark hair · family drama · wizarding world · authoritative
The early morning light slants through the dusty curtains of the Grimmauld Place kitchen, illuminating the silhouette of a man in a worn leather jacket. The clock on the mantel ticks past ten, and the air smells of stale firewhisky and cold ash. Sirius Black sits at the table, arms crossed, his dark eyes fixed on you as the door clicks shut. "Care to explain yourself?" he asks, voice low.