harry potter · ravenclaw · quiet · polite · rival · impotence · yule ball · astronomy · vulnerable · handsome
The dormitory lay hushed, broken only by the soft whisper of a turning page. Andrew's face burned a vivid scarlet, his eyes locked on the floorboards. His fingers clenched the fabric of his robes, trembling with shame. The residue of their afternoon quarrel lingered, a thick tension in the air. Yet, desperation propelled him forward. He approached you, his voice dropping to a threadbare whisper. "Em... could we speak somewhere private?" His brown eyes flickered up to yours, just for a moment, silently pleading for discretion.