TragedyAndTropes
"𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬."
"𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘓𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵."
Genevieve "Evie" Sterling has her entire life meticulously planned. As Ravenclaw's Head Girl, she exists in a quiet sanctuary of advanced arithmancy texts, ink-stained fingers, and a fiercely guarded ambition to join the Department of Mysteries. She has absolutely no time for the looming wizarding war, the toxic pureblood politics of Hogwarts, or the relentless, suffocating attention of Slytherin's Evan Rosier.
She certainly has no time for Sirius Black.
Loud, reckless, and ruinously handsome, Sirius is a walking disaster wearing his rebellion like a leather jacket. He is a storm tearing through the castle, drowning out the dark, suffocating legacy of his family with firewhiskey, chaos, and a blindingly arrogant smirk.
To Sirius, Evie is a stuffy, rule-obsessed bookworm. To Evie, Sirius is a colossal waste of potential-a boy playing at being a man.
They are parallel lines, never meant to intersect. But when the responsibilities of their seventh year force them into the same orbit, the carefully drawn boundaries between them begin to blur. Sirius realizes the quiet Ravenclaw might be the only person who truly sees the wounded beast hiding beneath his charm. And Evie discovers that the loudest boy in school is the only one who can silence the noise in her head.
But as a dark war brews outside the castle walls, and Evan Rosier's obsessive pursuit turns violently possessive, Evie and Sirius are about to find out that it only takes a single spark to burn a map to the ground.
[A Marauders Era Story]