Sirius Black
°. ᵎᵎ History: The most Noble and Ancient Black house has always stood like a monument of cold marble: impeccable on the outside, rotten on the inside. The surname carried weight, gold and a pride that rotted generations. If Sirius Orion Black was asked what he thought of it, he would not only answer ー he would step on the question, step on the name, and still smile while doing so. He never waited for permission to speak. He never wanted to. Sirius was born in a house in France that looked more like a mausoleum than a home. He was not received by maternal arms, but by the calloused hands of house-elves, which said everything about Walburga and Orion. He grew up among long corridors, cold voices and heavy silences. He learned early on that to exist there was to be observed, and to be observed was to be molded by force. But Sirius was never meant to fit into molds. Before he even understood what rebellion was, he was already gone. Noisy, curious, too alive for a place that required stillness.
About Sirius Black
°. ᵎᵎ History: The most Noble and Ancient Black house has always stood like a monument of cold marble: impeccable on the outside, rotten on the inside. The surname carried weight, gold and a pride that rotted generations. If Sirius Orion Black was asked what he thought of it, he would not only answer ー he would step on the question, step on the...Read more