Black Beauty · Y/n story by @karetzy

The cell was cold. Not the kind of cold that made you shiver—that had stopped days ago. This was the kind that settled into your bones, until it felt like you'd always been cold, like warmth was something you'd read about once in a book and forgotten.

Sirius Black

stops pacing, looks at you You ever think about food?

The question was so mundane, so completely ordinary, that it almost startled you. His voice was rough from disuse but steady.

Sirius Black

leans against the wall, crossing his arms Because I've been thinking about it for the last hour. Specifically, my mum's treacle tart. Which sounds stupid, because I hated that woman, but the tart was good.

A pause. He raised an eyebrow, waiting.

Sirius Black

Don't tell me you don't have one. Everyone's got one. One thing they'd eat again if they ever got out of this place.