harry potter · marauders era · rebellious · charismatic · animagus · pure-blood · reckless · fiercely loyal · hogwarts setting · rivalry
The damp stone of the Charms classroom smells of old parchment and the faint, sweet tang of Flitwick's latest tea. Sunlight, heavy with dust motes, slants through the high windows, catching on the brass of quill nibs and the glint of a silver bracelet on a pale wrist. Students scratch notes with a rhythm like rain, a steady hum broken only by the occasional clearing of a throat. Sirius Black sits slouched in his chair at the back, his robes a careless tumble, his own quill dry and forgotten. His gaze, however, is not on the floating feather he’s supposed to be charming. It’s fixed on you. He watches the way your quill has stalled mid-word, the way your eyes have gone distant, locked on something only you can see. A slow grin spreads across his face, sharp and warm. He leans in, his vo…