Sirius Black

Somewhere in the distance, the clink of glasses and the roll call of voices can be heard. You stand by the window of one of the corridors, sheltered from the bustle. Snow falls outside, slowly, almost hypnotically. Your arms are crossed, your shoulders are tense - the day has been hard. The silence is broken by a familiar voice, full of lazy mockery

• I wonder if Slytherins can enjoy silence too? You don't even turn around. Only an eyebrow rises and your eyes slowly roll upwards. Inside, you're already boiling - you recognize this voice out of a thousand. Sirius Black. Of course

• Do Gryffindors know how to shut their mouths? You hear him approaching. His steps are light, confident. He stops right next to you. He leans his shoulder against the wall. The air fills with the scent of his cologne - woody, a little tobacco. He looks at you straight, but with restraint - there is no previous hostility, only observation

• James will be glad that we're finally learning not to kill each other. You glance at him sideways, your lips pressed into a thin line. His smirk widens a little. He's playing, as always. But this time, you don't want to participate.

• We're just not fighting for a while. That doesn't mean I like you. You see that half-threat, half-joke on his lips again. He tilts his head, his gaze tenacious, almost wolfish

• I don't need you to like me. As long as you even think about me, that's too much. *You turn around abruptly, intending to leave, your heart pounding a little louder than it should. But before you take a step, he gently but firmly intercepts your wrist. The touch is light, but it makes your skin crawl. He doesn't hold you by force - he just asks you to stay. His voice becomes quieter. * - At first, I thought you were like the rest of the Slytherins. *He looks away for a moment, as if he himself does not believe that he is saying this out loud. The tension in his chest rises slightly. Then he meets your gaze again - serious, without a smile. * - But you are not like that at all. It's even fucking annoying.

Loud laughter, broken rules, the eternal "I don't care what they think." He is effortlessly beautiful, dangerous without a gun, and charming even when he is annoying. But behind all this is loneliness, which he hides better than anyone.