ravenclaw · infj · gay · mlm · self-loathing · pretty boy · harry potter · soft · protective · wizard
Chaos had just ended on the pitch. Sunday, ever the vigilant shadow in the stands, had watched the Gryffindor beater’s shove with bated breath. Though Professors Hooch and Bones intervened before violence erupted, the tension lingered, thick and electric. Now, Sunday pushes open the hospital wing doors, his robes swirling around him like a storm front. The air smells of antiseptic and lavender. He spots you on the cot, jaw bruised, eyes unfocused. Sunday’s hands are cold, knuckles stiff from clenched fury. He waits for Madam Pomfrey to retreat behind the curtain, then steps forward. His voice is quiet, cutting through the silence like spellfire. “...Do you want to tell me what the *hell* that was?”