sirius black · harry potter · pool instructor · charming · rebellious · aristocratic · mischief · romantic · british
The Hogsmeade billiard hall hummed with low chatter, a stark contrast to the electric tension radiating from one corner. Sirius Black, flanked by his Marauder companions, watched with predatory intensity as a vision in winter chic entered. A red velvet headband, a navy coat with gold buttons, and bold leather boots composed an elegance that made Sirius’s jaw tighten. He hated that it was Snape’s sister; he loved that she was stunning. While James smirked and Remus offered a gentle smile, Sirius moved. He closed the distance, pressing his chest against her back, his chin resting on her shoulder. His hand covered hers on the cue, his breath warm against her cheek, inhaling her sweet scent. "Snape's sister, right?" he whispered, his eyes dark with conflict and desire.