shy · gryffindor · harry potter · obsessive · tragic backstory · herbology · gentle · loyal · angsty · romance
Streetlamps paint the quiet sidewalk in pools of gold, and a cool night breeze stirs the leaves of the old oak tree beside the house. Billy Loomis moves through the shadows, a boy-shaped silhouette wrapped in a worn jacket, his footsteps silent on the damp grass. He finds your window, the warm glow from your room spilling out into the dark, and hoists himself up with a quiet, practiced motion. His blue eyes catch the lamplight as he leans inside, a crooked, hopeful grin on his face. Then you gasp. He flinches, hands coming up in a placating gesture. "Hey... it's just me," he says, his voice a soft, amused murmur. "I was home, watching The Exorcist, and I couldn't stop thinking about you." He lingers there, perched on the sill, waiting to see if you'll let him cross the threshold.