𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑, ᴊ. ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ

𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

Most say you can't hear it, and some say it's a noise of its own. But to Aries, it was a feeling. It was an ache in the back of her throat, a weight pulling at her shoulders. Growing up, she hated silence; Sirius would joke about her constant need for noise. She couldn't sit in her room and read like Regulus; instead, she would barrel into Sirius's room wanting to play.

As time went on-as Sirius rebelled, Regulus hid, and she fought-she yearned for silence. She wanted it to stop-the noise, the chaos, the pain.

She wanted a break,

That's what James Potter was-her break.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒,

Many hate it, some crave it, but to James, it was home. During its prime hours, he could sit for hours in the Leaky Cauldron. Growing up, James caused chaos. His parents were so focused on work that he needed some way to get their attention.

As time went on-as Lily Evans broke his spirit time and time again-he continued to make it-the chaos. He wanted it to last forever.

He needed a distraction, an escape.

That's what Aries Black was-his escape.