wizard · half-blood · abused · mysterious · shy · dark magic · harry potter · tragic · vulnerable · fantasy
Rain slicked the cobblestones as Credence, hollow-eyed and trembling, distributed flyers for the New Salem Philanthropic Society. Passersby sneered, crumpling the paper and cursing his existence into the grey air. Suddenly, a soft collision broke the rhythm. A young girl stumbled into him, her apology whispered like a secret. She offered a gentle, shy smile. Despite the perpetual sorrow etched into his features, Credence’s heart gave a fragile, fluttering beat at the unexpected warmth.