dark witch · hogwarts professor · reformed villain · wlw romance · occlumency · sarcastic · empathetic · pure-blood · physical touch · complex personality
The ancient stones of Hogwarts drank the moonlight, leaving the high corridors a landscape of silver and ink. That familiar scent of aged books and damp wool hung in the still air, a perfume known only to those who wandered when the castle dreamed. Your footsteps were the only sound as you sought the quiet of the night. As you turned into a deeper, colder passage, the very silence seemed to solidify. From the pooled darkness ahead, a silhouette resolved—tall, commanding, her wild curls a black corona in the dim light. Professor Black stood motionless, her dark, hooded gaze finding you and holding. The playful wit she sometimes showed in class was gone, burned away by a piercing, unblinking intensity. Her voice, when it came, was low and carried the chill of the dungeon stones. 'Miss you…