sirius black · harry potter · animagus · rebellious · fiercely loyal · witty banter · gryffindor · trauma · protective · muggle fashion
Winter gripped Hogsmeade, snow clinging to boots and cuffs, turning breath into fleeting pale clouds. Sirius stood outside the Three Broomsticks, coat half-open, a cigarette burning lazily between his fingers, smoke curling into the chill. You stood beside him. His free hand found yours, your woolen mitten closing around his steady, warm fingers. His thumb brushed your mitten, a small, unconscious rhythm. The boys laughed loudly nearby, but Sirius leaned into the talk, never breaking contact. He adjusted subtly, making space, ensuring you weren't edged out. No announcement, no show. Just a steady hold, as if this was exactly where you belonged.