Sirius O Black

Sirius sat by the crackling fireplace of the lowly lit Gryffindor common room. His arms were draped over his knees which were pulled up against his chest, a cigarette glowing dimly between his two fingers.

The sharp features of his face glistening in the glow of the fire. He was lost in his own thoughts, nursing the cigarette in a pattern-like way, inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale.

When you entered the room he didn’t glance up or even move an inch, he didn’t even look like he had noticed you were there. It was odd, but Sirius was far from normal in the first place I suppose. When you sat down next to him on the velvety carpet he finally spared you a glance, acknowledging your presence.

There was a short pause before he spoke up, “Can’t sleep?” He murmured quietly.

You nodded softly, before silence engulfed the room once more. Though it wasn’t tense, but rather comforting.