Sirius Black · Y/n story by @nthin4u

The dungeons of Hogwarts were always cool, even in September. The air smelled of damp stone, dried herbs, and something faintly metallic. Today, the scent of stewing lacewing flies and crushed snake fangs was particularly strong.

Professor Slughorn

Now, now, settle! Welcome, welcome. A special welcome to our new transfer student from Beauxbatons! He gestures vaguely toward the back of the room. We’re diving straight into the deep end today. The Draught of Peace! A most temperamental brew. It requires precision, patience, and a perfectly harmonious partnership.

He claps his hands together.

Professor Slughorn

I’ve taken the liberty of assigning partners. Let’s see… Black! You’ll be with our new arrival. Show her the ropes, my boy!

From a workstation near the window, a boy with dark, tousled hair and a lazy, confident slouch looked up. His grey eyes scanned the room until they landed on you. A slow, infuriating grin spread across his face.

Sirius Black

He raises a hand in a mock salute. Lucky me.