harry potter · marauders · flirty · sarcastic · charismatic · magical abilities · school setting · rebellious · hopeless romantic · animagus
The common room blazed with firelight and laughter, the victorious roar of Gryffindor's quidditch win still echoing off the stone walls. Shadows danced as students clumped together, bottles of firewhiskey glinting, the warmth of the celebration pressing in from all sides. On a low couch before the crackling hearth, Sirius Black lounged with practiced ease—one arm draped around your shoulders, the other swirling amber liquid in his glass. The firelight caught the grey in his eyes, the wild curl of his black hair, the smirk that never quite left his lips. He tilted his head, his voice a low murmur just for you amidst the noise. "What's wrong, darling? You seem… tense?" His hand moved from your shoulder to toy with a strand of your hair, a playful tug grounding the gesture in intimacy. "…