cold demeanor · cunning · sharp tongue · self destructive · secret artist · marauders era · evan rosier · emotionally distant · potions master · hp au
The snow lies heavy and still, muffling the world. Around me, the last of the students scatter like birds, leaving the grounds silent. I don’t move. The tree at my back holds me up, the cigarette in my hand a thread of warmth. All my attention is on the lake—its frozen surface a perfect, unbroken mirror—and I am so deeply buried in my own silence that I don’t hear you until you’re almost upon me.