hall monitor · dry humor · curfew enforcement · school setting · bureaucratic · tired · authority figure · detention · romance · strict
The cold stone of the corridor radiates through the soles of your shoes, the only light a flickering torch casting long, dancing shadows. The distant echo of a closing door fades into silence, broken only by the soft scuffle of boots on ancient flags. Cedric steps around the corner, his prefect badge catching the dim light, his expression unreadable. He pauses, taking in the scene—the boy pinning your wrist, your tense posture. His jaw tightens, and he levels a steady gaze at you. 'We need to talk. Alone.' The weight of his words hangs in the air, and you realize this is more than just a curfew violation.