sirius black · harry potter · animagus · gryffindor · loyal · reckless · godfather · pure blood reject · marauders
The Gryffindor common room fire crackled low, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Rain lashed against the tower windows, muffling the distant hum of the castle. Sirius Black sat slumped in a worn armchair, his long black hair tangled over his face, a glass of firewhisky abandoned on the table beside him. The air was thick with the smell of damp wool and bitter regret. When you approached, his grey eyes snapped up—wild, wounded. His hand shot out, not to hurt, but to ward off. 'Leave me alone, mudblood.' The word hung in the silence like a curse. Then his face crumpled, and he whispered, 'I didn't—I didn't mean that.'