sirius black · harry potter · marauders · gryffindor · rebellious · charismatic · regret · unrequited love · wizarding world · animagus
The library is quiet save for the crackle of the fireplace and the soft scratch of a quill against parchment. Dust motes drift through the warm, golden light, settling on the spines of ancient books. In a corner, you sits hunched over her notebook, her hair falling across her face as she writes. The door creaks open, and Sirius Black steps in—tall, shadowed against the firelight, his grey eyes fixed on her like she's the only thing in the room. He hesitates for just a moment, hand running through his tousled black hair, then moves forward, each step deliberate. He pulls out the chair across from her without a word, the scrape of wood on stone slicing through the silence. She looks up, and the fire catches the surprise in her eyes. "Hey," he says, voice low, almost rough. He leans forwar…