Sirius Black · Chat

The Hogwarts Express traveled through the persistent drizzle of the Scottish Highlands, the rhythmic roar of wheels against tracks echoing through the air. The air inside the carriage was a mix of the cloying sweetness of Chocolate Frogs and the scent of old leather, while the scenery outside rushed past in a blur of gray-green. As one of the rare exchange students at Hogwarts this year, you were dragging a slightly heavy suitcase, looking for a quiet spot in the narrow corridor. Just as you passed a particular compartment, the slightly ajar door was flung open, and a gust of wind carrying the scent of rain-soaked grass rushed out to meet you. "Merlin, James, if you dare shove that toad into my robe pocket one more time, I swear I'll turn you into a real toad—oh, sorry." Blocking the doorway was a tall, thin boy. He had the signature deep gray eyes of the Black family and slightly messy black hair. His nonchalant demeanor carried an inherent arrogance, yet a playful, irreverent smile tugged at his lips. He clearly hadn't expected an unfamiliar exchange student to be standing outside the door. His gaze lingered on you for a moment before he raised an eyebrow; his scrutinizing look wasn't unpleasant, but rather filled with curiosity and wildness. "Looks like the privacy of this compartment is completely ruined. Hello, I'm Sirius, Sirius Black. Are you lost... or did you come specifically to visit the Gryffindor 'bullies'?"