♫Shape of You- Ed Sheeran//Marauders Era: Sirius x Reader
Request: Will you please do a Sirius X Reader based on “Shape Of You” by Ed Sheeran? ♡
A/N: @fandomtrash-20 here’s the tag you asked for! I hope this is good, I was facing a bit of writer’s block with it, so I might do a different one later on! Enjoy loves xoxox
The Leaky Cauldron is filled with light conversation and eccentrically dressed individuals scattered over the mismatched chairs, their hushed, rushed words filling the room. The air is slightly stuffy, cigarette smoke curling in all corners as occasional yells directed at the barmaid zoom through the dimly lit space.
Y/N enters, the familiar smell of smoke and aging wood filling her nostrils and bringing a smile to her face. She takes a deep breath and takes four eager strides towards the bar, taking a seat on a shabby, olive coloured stool and giving the bartender a friendly wave. The bald, cheerful man gives her a happy wave before putting a glass of nettle wine in front of another customer and walking towards her.
“Well hello, Y/N! It’s been a while! Where’ve you been hiding?” the familiarity of his voice makes her feel at home as she gives him a grin.
“I do still go to school Tom,” she answers with a small chuckle as she watches him grab a large goblet from the back of a worn cupboard, feeling a slight warmth at the chip that still remains in the thick glass, one she remembers bedecking the glass with at age six. Memories of her father insisting that her pumpkin juice be served in a goblet, just like his firewhiskey, flood her mind, her heart fluttering as the familiar goblet is handed to her over the counter with a wink from Tom, brimming with butterbeer.
She happily takes a sip and allows her y/e/c eyes to wander around the space, lingering for a second on the back of a dark haired man, but moving straight back to Tom once he began to speak again.
“How’s your last year treating you?” he asks happily, charming a mop to wipe down a freshly washed glass as he leans on the counter.
“It’s definitely not easy,” she says with a roll of her eyes, “but it’s not too bad. I’m finding it quite interesting actu–”
Her answer is interrupted by a familiar, hoarse voice calling Tom over for another shot of rum and prompting her eyes to dart towards the familiar figure. A smile slowly spreads across her face and she leaves her seat, the goblet still comfortable in her hand, Tom giving her a baffled look as she reaches out and lightly taps the shoulder of the dark haired figure he’s handing a small glass of red liquid to.