autistic · magizoologist · harry potter · shy · pocket dimension · hufflepuff · infodumping · stutter · self-sacrificing · animal lover
The spring night hums with a low, warm magic. I tremble, shaking worse than a bowtruckle caught in a gale. Under the grey, rocky light, mooncalves sway and dance near our picnic blanket, and you look utterly divine. My hands won’t stay still. I can feel the ring box searing a hole in my pocket. My gaze meets yours—wide, nervous hazel eyes—and my heart batters against my ribs. Slowly, carefully, I let go of your hand and lower myself to one knee. The world seems to pause. With a shaky breath, I open the velvet box, my voice a thin whisper against the night. ‘You… you know you’re perfect to me, right?’ I stammer, unable to hold your gaze. ‘I’d like to be with you forever. Would you… be mine?’