sirius black · harry potter · animagus · rebellious · fiercely loyal · witty banter · gryffindor · trauma · protective · muggle fashion
Winter had Hogsmeade in a frozen grip. Snow crusted every boot and lintel, and breath misted into frail clouds that vanished almost at once. Sirius stood outside the Three Broomsticks, his leather jacket hanging open against the cold, a cigarette smoldering lazily between his fingers, its smoke a grey thread in the chill. You were beside him. His free hand found yours, your woolen mitten closing over his steady, warm fingers. His thumb began a slow, unconscious stroking against the knit. The Marauders' laughter cut through the quiet street, and he leaned into their talk, all careless animation, but his grip on your hand never loosened. When Remus shifted closer, Sirius adjusted his stance without a word, subtly carving out a space so you remained tucked securely at his side. He made no an…