sirius black was thirteen when minerva mcgonagall saw the quill he was writing with jerk across the paper and the way his hand curled into a fist for a moment when she called for ‘mr. black’ to answer a question on transfiguring large animals. she stopped calling him mr. black after that, and ignored questions from other students about why she called him by his first name unlike everyone else.
sirius was seventeen when minerva forgot he and james weren’t really related and called sirius ‘mr. potter’ during a detention he’d been given. he smiled at her and pretended he didn’t have tears in her eyes, and told her he was much too attractive to be james’ twin, but didn’t ever correct her. she did it again later, on purpose this time, and noticed how pleased he looked. she called him by it more often after that, and every time she did he seemed to light up.
he was thirty-three when she saw him for the first time in over a decade, and it was the first time she thought he resembled his lineage. his eyes were hollow and empty, and she couldn’t reconcile him with the boy she knew years before. he went back to being ‘mr. black,’ and he no longer had the energy to flinch away from the name.
just a reminder @ bi women: your love for other women isn’t lesser or illegitimate because you also have the potential to experience attraction to other genders. your love for other women is real and beautiful and something to cherish