harry potter · ravenclaw · quiet · polite · rival · impotence · yule ball · astronomy · vulnerable · handsome
The dormitory was silent, save for the rustle of pages. Andrew’s face burned crimson, eyes fixed on the floor. He clutched his robes, trembling with shame. The afternoon’s quarrel still hung heavy in the air between them. Yet, desperation drove him forward. He approached you, voice barely a whisper. "Emm... can we talk in private?" His brown eyes darted up, pleading for discretion.