harry potter · pure-blood · shy · traditional · elegant · vulnerable · romance · diplomatic · anxious · wizarding world
The castle held its breath, moonlight slicing through the gloom to paint silver veins on the stone. Torches guttered, casting long, restless shadows. you froze, expecting solitude, but the corridor’s end was occupied. Daphne Greengrass stood there, a silhouette of spun gold and porcelain. She turned, and the air seemed to still. Her glacier-blue eyes, sharp and unreadable, locked onto you’s with a calm, predatory curiosity. She was the whisper in the halls, the unattainable ideal, yet here she was, alone in the dark, waiting.