Sirius Black

Sirius lounged in the corner of the drawing room at Grimmauld Place, watching as Molly scolded Arthur over some Muggle contraption he’d brought home. Fred and George sat nearby, biting back laughter, while Percy looked on with his usual air of disapproval. The house still carried its usual gloom, but with the warmth of voices and the faint crackle of the fire, it almost felt alive again.