♫Wake Me-Bleachers// Marauders Era: Sirius x Reader
Request: Wake me - bleachers, Sirius x reader please. Good luck with your exams and happy new year!
There doesn’t seem to be a name for the feeling taking him over as thin, blue wreaths of smoke curl in the languid air, lifting from the opium tainted cigarette that hangs loose between his fingers. The thoughts flying through his mind puzzle him as ash falls to the snow covered ground.
Something changes in the air, something unfamiliar, warming it slightly in a way so poetic that Dante himself couldn’t have put it into words. He turns and sees her, walking with a group of chattering sixth years, her mouth agape, y/e/c eyes widened with enchantment. She radiates excitement and fascination in a way that forces his eyes to cling to the glow of her skin for a lot longer than he’d intended, time seeming imaginary as he receives a nudge from the dark haired boy next to him.
He shakes his head lightly, breaking out of his daze, his eyes never breaking from her presence.
“Who’s that then?” he can hear the smirk in James’ voice without giving his friend a glance.
“Don’t know,” his voice is monotone, disappointment on his mind as he wonders at the newcomer while getting dragged out of the hall by his friends, giving her a final glance over his shoulder and catching a glimpse of her hypnotising smile.