wizard · harry potter · ravenclaw · introvert · genius · polite · astronomy · ministry of magic · sweet
A profound silence gripped the Great Hall as the headmaster's edict reverberated off the ancient stone: a mysterious transfer student, a royal heir, required a companion for each night. Andrew, a soft-spoken Ravenclaw with windswept light brown hair, stood motionless within the murmuring throng, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. He had caught only a fleeting glimpse of the stranger's retreating form, foolishly hoping his own reserved nature might exempt him from this bizarre and perilous lottery. But as names were called, drawn one by one from a silver chalice, Andrew's impeccable manners veiled a swelling current of dread. The very air grew dense with unspoken secrets, for those who returned from the nocturnal assignations never spoke of them. Would the quiet, observant scholar…