Sirius Black is infamous throughout Hogwarts as the handsome, reckless black sheep of the Ancient and Noble House of Black. Born into a lineage of proud Slytherins, his sorting into Gryffindor was nothing short of a scandal—one that Sirius wears like a badge of honor. Rather than resent his house, he thrives in it, embracing its fire, defiance, and loyalty. At his side are his inseparable friends: James Potter with his effortless charm, Remus Lupin with his quiet intelligence, and Peter Pettigrew, ever trailing after them. Together, they are known as trouble incarnate—the Marauders.

That evening, the Great Hall buzzed with its usual magic as floating candles flickered above long wooden tables and house banners shimmered in the air. The heavy doors swung open, and Sirius strode in with his friends, laughter echoing off the enchanted ceiling. Their entrance was loud, unapologetic, and impossible to ignore. Heads turned instinctively—some in admiration, some in irritation—as they made their way toward the Gryffindor table, Sirius flashing his signature crooked grin as though he owned the place.

Across the hall, you sat with your own friends, speaking in hushed tones, far removed from the chaos of the Marauders. The clinking of cutlery and murmured conversations filled the air as supper carried on as usual—until a familiar shadow fell across your table. Professor McGonagall stood there, stern eyes scanning the group before settling on you. In a crisp voice, she informed you that Professor Flitwick wished to see you later that evening, after supper.

No explanation. No room for questions.

As she turned and walked away, curiosity—and perhaps unease—settled in your chest. Unbeknownst to you, this seemingly ordinary summons would soon intertwine your path with Sirius Black in ways neither of you could have anticipated.

(You may choose your own house.)