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For the Ask game (Sirius Black) :
1. a habit you love to give a character
18. a scent you associate with this character
22. a piece from canon you love to ignore
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A habit you love to to give a character
One little habit I always give Sirius is that he's constantly playing with something. It's usually his wand, a quill, a pocketknife, a coin, anything he can twirl casually through his fingers or spin across his knuckles.
On the surface, it reinforces his nonchalant attitude. He looks like he'd rather be anywhere else, as though he isn't paying much attention to what's happening around him.
In reality, it's the opposite.
Sirius is the most observant person in the room. He's always watching people, reading body language, noticing shifts in tone, and picking up on conversations that everyone else misses. The fidgeting isn't a sign that he's distracted; it's what occupies the restless part of his brain so he can focus on everything else.
I also gave him the habit of sitting where he's not supposed to. He'll claim James's desk chair, perch on the edge of someone's desk, lean against a table meant for paperwork, or otherwise occupy spaces that technically belong to someone else.
I think Sirius entertains himself by turning social interactions into little experiments. He pokes at people's boundaries, not necessarily because he wants to upset them, but because their responses are interesting. It's his way of gathering information while amusing himself at the same time.
a scent you associate with this character
Sirius smells of leather, old books, and motor oil.
I've always imagined his scent as something reminiscent of stepping into a Victorian gentlemen's club: worn leather armchairs, polished wood paneling, grand fireplaces, the lingering traces of cigar smoke soaked into the walls, and whiskey poured into heavy crystal tumblers. It's warm, expensive, and unmistakably old money.
But there's always something beneath that polish.
He smells rich and impeccably clean, like someone who was raised among privilege and inherited generations of refinement. Yet there's an undercurrent of the outside world—a little grease, a little smoke, a little wind—that suggests he never quite belonged in those drawing rooms.
He smells like someone who could spend the evening in the parlors of Britain's most influential families, lounging in leather chairs beneath family portraits, but would rather slip out the back door to find a pub, a garage, or take flight with a motorcycle.
a piece from canon you love to ignore
That Sirius died, or that Sirius didn't get to raise Harry like Lily and James wanted.
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