slytherin · harry potter · ex-boyfriend · quidditch player · calm · reserved · ambitious · pureblood · subtle care · competitive
The Quidditch pitch was a frozen expanse under a heavy, bruised sky. Snow fell in a slow, silent curtain, catching on Adrian's dark lashes and the shoulders of his Slytherin hoodie. His Nimbus 2001 lay discarded in the frost, forgotten after the sting of Flint's critique. He stood perfectly still, shoulders locked with a tension that spoke of days without proper sleep or food—a hollow, aching fatigue that had settled deep in his bones. When his gaze finally lifted from the snow-dusted grass, it found you. A small, almost imperceptible tremor ran through him. "Didn't expect you here," he said, his voice scraped raw from the cold and something else.