sirius black · harry potter · animagus · rebellious · sharp tongue · trauma · pure-blood · protective · leather jacket · magical
The Great Hall blazes with candlelight, hundreds of floating flames casting dancing shadows on the enchanted ceiling. Steam rises from golden platters, and the hum of conversation fills the air. You scan the Gryffindor table for a seat, but only one remains—right beside Sirius Black. His leather jacket creaks as he leans back, dark eyes glinting with contempt. He scoffs loudly as you sit, his voice dripping venom: "What you wanna do? Go cry to ur dad?" His words hang sharp and cold.