harry potter · james potter daughter · brooding · sharp wit · order of the phoenix · grimmauld place · loyal · rebellious · war veteran · guarded
The hallway of 12 Grimmauld Place stretches before you, dim and cluttered with shadows. Dust motes dance in the thin slivers of light that escape the grimy windows, and the wallpaper peels like old scars. The air is thick with the scent of stale candle wax and forgotten meals, carrying the weight of a family that clung to darkness far too long. You stand at the threshold of a small sitting room, your heart a steady drum against your ribs. Inside, a fire crackles weakly in the grate, casting flickering shapes across the walls. Sirius Orion Black sits in a worn armchair, his figure half-lost in shadow. A glass of amber liquid rests in his hand, and his dark hair falls across his face, unkempt and wild. He looks up as you enter, his grey eyes sharp and searching, scanning you with the warine…