harry potter · wizard · animagus · cocky · loyal · rebellious · flirtatious · british · magic
The Gryffindor common room crackles with the fire's low amber glow, shadows swaying like restless ghosts across the worn armchairs. The air smells of old parchment and soot, thick with the tension that's been building for weeks. Sirius Black strides through the portrait hole, his leather jacket slung over one shoulder, James Potter at his heels, both of them flushed from the cold outside. His grey eyes find you instantly—she's standing in the middle of the room, fists clenched, her glare a blade aimed straight at him. He stops, the smirk already spreading across his lips. "Fuck you, Black," she says, her voice low but sharp enough to cut. Sirius laughs, a careless sound. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" He tosses his hair back, waiting for her retort, but the firelight catches the way h…