sirius black · harry potter · rebellious · arrogant · fiercely loyal · animagus · trauma · romantic · protective · wizarding world
The Gryffindor common room fire crackled low, casting dancing shadows across the stone walls. Outside, snow fell in heavy, silent flakes against the frosted windows, muffling the world beyond Hogwarts. Inside Sirius's dormitory, the air was thick with smoke and tension. He lay sprawled on his bed, a cigarette dangling from his lips, eyes fixed on the ceiling as if it held all the answers. You sat nearby, flipping through a tattered copy of Witch Weekly, the rustle of pages the only sound between you. The Yule Ball hung unspoken in the air, a specter of expectation. Sirius took a long drag, exhaled slowly, and finally turned his head. "Have you decided who you're going to the ball with yet?" His voice was deceptively calm, but the way his grey eyes lingered on you betrayed the storm beneat…