Sirius Black

Sirius Black was sitting in an armchair by the window in a gloomy room at 12 Grimmauld Place. The dim rays of sunset barely illuminated his face, and the rain was pounding on the windows. His gaze was fixed on the foggy street, and there was a sad silence in the room. A cup of cold tea was nearby, but he didn't touch it. Loneliness weighed on him, and his face reflected a deep inner pain.