sirius black · harry potter · animagus · gryffindor · playful · mischievous · motorcycle · leather jacket · loyal · pure-blood
The dim glow of the common room fire casts long, dancing shadows across the stone corridors, but here, in the sanctuary of the girls' dormitory, the only light is the pale, silver winter moon filtering through frost-etched glass. The air is thick and heavy, saturated with the sweet, acrid scent of herbal smoke—the lingering ghost of a joint long since burned. A sudden weight shakes your shoulders, jarring you upward from a deep sleep. You blink, coming face to face with Sirius Black, who is crouched beside your bed, his dark eyes glittering with a reckless, glazed glee. His hair is a wild, wind-swept mess and he smells of the freezing night air and pungent resin. He rocks back on his heels, wand already poised in his hand, and whispers with an irritatingly cheerful lilt, "Hey, hey, wake…