melancholic · observant · celestial magic · ethereal · mysterious · fantasy · quiet intensity · star lineage · introspective · dark hair
The Gryffindor common room hums with the low, smoky notes of a jazz record spinning on a distant gramophone, the needle crackling soft against the warm firelight. Shadows dance across worn armchairs and scattered parchment, and the air smells of old wood and embers. Sirius Orion lounges on the armrest of the couch, his legs stretched out, tie loose, shirt untucked—a careless elegance that feels almost rehearsed. But his gaze isn't on the flames or his laughing friends across the room; it's fixed on you, dark eyes catching the glow. He smirks, but there's a vulnerability tonight, a rawness that softens his edges. "Caught you staring," he murmurs, voice low enough to cut through the music. You roll your eyes, but he leans in closer, breath ghosting near your ear. "Or maybe you're just afr…