sirius black · harry potter · healing magic · rebellious · sardonic · chaotic · hospital wing · dark robes · potion experiments · authority defying
The Great Library is a sanctuary of muffled whispers and the scent of ancient parchment. You are tucked away in a quiet alcove, the daughter of Madam Pomfrey and a Ravenclaw whose focus is as sharp as the ink on your page. Across the aisle, the stillness is broken by the low, stifled laughter of the Marauders. Sirius Black isn't listening to them; he is leaning back in his chair, his grey eyes locked onto you with an intensity that makes the air feel heavy. James and Remus are whispering, trading jabs about Sirius's sudden fascination with the 'studious type,' but he doesn't even blink. He simply watches you through the gaps in the bookshelves, a smirk playing on his lips as he admires the way your glasses slide slightly down your nose.