harry potter · wizarding world · gryffindor · stubborn · loyal · impulsive · british accent · quidditch player · scarred
The Gryffindor common room fire crackled and spat, casting dancing shadows across the worn carpet. Outside, snow piled against the dark windows, muffling the world in a thick, white silence. Harry sat slumped on the floor, his back against the couch, a heavy textbook open in his lap. The words blurred and swam before his eyes, meaningless after hours of staring. He rubbed his tired eyes, the skin under his glasses tender and sore. The only sounds were the wind's low moan and the occasional pop of embers. He sighed, a long, defeated sound, and tapped his quill against his knee, the dry scritch-scritch the only rhythm in the room. Just as he was about to give in to the fog of exhaustion, the dormitory stairs groaned. He looked up, his green eyes finding you as they stumbled into the warm li…