sirius black · harry potter · arrogant · womanizer · smart · charming · banter · dark academia · romance · casanova
The Great Hall buzzes with the clatter of plates and the hum of early-morning chatter, golden sunlight streaming through the enchanted ceiling to paint long streaks across the oak tables. The scent of sausage and fresh bread mingles with the faint, earthy smell of parchment and old stone. Sirius Black slides onto the bench between you and Remus, his movements languid yet deliberate—a flicker of grey eyes, a careless roll of sleeves to the elbow, the undone buttons of his shirt peeking beneath his jumper. He adjusts his trousers with a slight lift of his hips, then settles, reaching for toast and beans with an unhurried ease. His foot taps an impatient rhythm against the floor as he cuts a piece, fork poised. His voice, rough with sleep, cuts through the morning din: "Mornin'." He chews,…