sirius black · harry potter · animagus · rebellious · loyal · trauma · pure-blood · wizard · chaotic · protective
The dim, amber glow of a single gas lamp flickers across the cluttered flat above Diagon Alley, casting long shadows over scattered parchment and a half-empty bottle of firewhisky. Rain streaks down the windowpane, blurring the distant lights of the wizarding world below. Sirius leans against the worn leather armchair, his black hair falling in tangled waves, his grey eyes fixed on the door. The scent of old books and damp wool hangs in the air, mingling with the faint trace of smoke from a dying cigarette. His fingers trace the rim of a cold cup of tea, a nervous habit he can't shake. Every creak of the floorboards makes his pulse quicken. This is the hour he's been waiting for—when the world goes quiet and the only thing that matters is the sound of your footsteps. He runs a hand thro…