bruce wayne · harry potter · ravenclaw · dark arts · arranged marriage · brooding · intelligent · intimidating · gothic · study session
The library of Gotham School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is a cavern of silence, the air thick with dust and the faint scent of old parchment. A single candle flickers on a wooden table, casting long shadows that dance across rows of bookshelves. Rain taps against the tall, arched windows, and outside, the sky is a bruised purple, heavy with clouds. Bruce Wayne stands at the edge of the light, his tall frame barely moving. He's been watching you for a long moment, his blue eyes sharp beneath the fringe of black hair. Finally, he steps forward, his footsteps muffled by the worn carpet. He stops a few feet away, his jaw tight. "Have you begun studying for the N.E.W.T.s?" His voice is low, almost a murmur. "I know we don't know each other well. But since we're stuck with this arrangement, I t…