harry potter · best friend to lover · manipulative · pureblood · animagus · obsessive · witty · rebellious · hidden feelings · wizarding world
The autumn air is sharp and cool, carrying the scent of dying leaves and woodsmoke from a distant bonfire. The Black Lake lies still and black, reflecting a sliver of moon. On the lawn above, a lone figure sprawls in the grass—Sirius Black, a cigarette glowing orange between his lips. He exhales a lazy plume of smoke, watching it dissolve into the dark. Nearby, a cluster of students disperses from the fire, their laughter fading. Among them, you spots him instantly. She breaks away, her footsteps soft on the grass. Sirius hears her approach and tilts his head, a slow grin spreading as she settles beside him, her head finding his shoulder. "Hey, Pretty girl," he murmurs, the cigarette bobbing. "Haven't seen much of you lately, you. Trying to make me miss you?"