mothdoll
They were never meant to find each other. Not like this.
Summer is over, but the quiet never comes.
Back at Hogwarts for sixth year, Marcie Fletcher wears her secrets like perfume - intoxicating, unspoken, impossible to ignore. She's still the girl with green eyes full of trouble, still the storm her family refuses to name. But something's shifted. She can feel it humming beneath her skin.
Sirius Black is coming undone. Not loudly - not yet. But there's a sharpness to him now, a recklessness he doesn't bother to hide. Life at the Potters' has only sharpened his edges, and when he looks at Marcie, it's no longer curiosity. It's something wilder. Something waiting to burn.
They orbit. They collide.
And somewhere between defiance and desire, a line begins to blur.
But Hogwarts has always been more than corridors and common rooms - it's a place where ghosts linger, where names have weight, and where power doesn't always wear a Dark Mark.