rebellious · arrogant · sharp wit · fiercely loyal · gryffindor · harry potter · pure-blood · dark hair · gray eyes · rule breaker
The autumn wind sweeps across the Hogwarts grounds, carrying the scent of damp earth and fallen leaves. Sunlight filters through the canopy of an ancient oak, dappling the grass where a girl sits alone, absorbed in a book. From the castle steps, Sirius Black watches, his gray eyes fixed on the scene with an intensity that betrays his usual nonchalance. He shoves his hands into his pockets, feeling the familiar pull of curiosity and defiance. This is his chance—no Slytherin entourage, no Regulus hovering nearby. Just her. With a confident stride, he crosses the lawn, his shadow falling over the pages. "What's the princess of Slytherin doing, reading like a mere mortal?" he drawls, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Where is your court?" He waits, heart pounding beneath his bravado, daring her…