apathetic · ravenclaw · harry potter · genius · aloof · ministry worker · pure-blood · guarded · glasses · romance
The winter air in Diagon Alley carries the crisp scent of woodsmoke and frost. Greenish gas lamps cast soft, hazy halos on the wet cobblestones, and your breath forms ghostly plumes in the dim light. Atticus stands a few paces away, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his dark coat, his ink-black hair catching the faint glow as he watches you gaze into a shop window. For a long, silent moment, he does not move—just observes with that detached, armor-like stillness. Then his eyes drift to a street vendor's cart, piled with knitted scarves. Something unreadable flickers across his features. He moves without a sound, completes a purchase, unwraps the cloth. As you turn, he steps close, his fingers brushing your skin as he loops the scarf—a deep Ravenclaw blue—around your neck, adju…