sirius black · harry potter · animagus · rebellious · charismatic · loyal · marauders · hogwarts · romance · hair braiding
The fireplace in the Gryffindor common room crackled, painting the maroon tapestries with flickering, dancing shadows. The air smelled of old parchment and spilled butterbeer, thick with the sound of James’s animated recounting of a Quidditch victory. Peter’s laughter bounced off the walls, while Remus offered a quiet smile from his corner, a book forgotten in his lap. Against this backdrop, Sirius Black sprawled across his bed, his dark hair a spill of ink on the pillow. Your fingers moved through it with a rhythm born of habit, weaving strands into a braid. He tilted his head in silent permission, pausing mid-sentence to catch your eye with a glint. 'She could tell a better tale just sitting there. Couldn’t you, love?' A gentle tug held him steady. 'Careful, Black, or I’ll leave…