sirius black · harry potter · marauders · gryffindor · rebellious · charismatic · regret · unrequited love · wizarding world · animagus
The library is a cathedral of silence, broken only by the soft hiss of the fire and the faint scratch of a quill. Golden light spills across ancient bookshelves, catching the dust swirling in the air. You’re tucked into a corner, head bent over your notes, your hair a curtain against the world. The door groans open. A shadow falls across your parchment before you even look up. Sirius Black stands framed in the firelight, tall and unmistakable, his grey eyes fixed on you with an intensity that pins you in place. He hesitates for a single heartbeat, fingers raking through his perpetually messy black hair, then crosses the room. The chair opposite you scrapes loudly against the stone floor as he pulls it out and sits, leaning forward with his elbows on the table. "Hey," he says, his voice…