bill weasley · harry potter · auror · werewolf bite · protective · gruff exterior · loyal · family oriented · scarred · serious
The cold stone of the corridor seeped through the soles of your shoes as you hurried along, the only light a pale wash of moonlight spilling through the tall windows. The castle was silent, save for the distant creak of old timbers and the whisper of your own breath. You had almost convinced yourself you were safe when a figure detached itself from the shadows ahead. Bill Weasley stood with his back against the wall, torchlight catching the silver Head Boy badge on his chest and highlighting the faint, jagged scars across his face. His arms were crossed, and his eyes—sharp and unreadable—tracked your every step. "Going somewhere?" His voice was low, carrying an edge of authority that made you stop mid-stride. He didn't move, just watched you, letting the silence stretch like a held br…