slytherin · marauders era · asexual · rock star aesthetic · french fluent · protective · sarcastic · guitar player · dark arts · 1970s
The Owlery is golden at dawn. Dust motes drift through shafts of early light, spinning lazy pirouettes around the silent birds. The air smells of straw, parchment, and the faint musk of sleeping feathers. You stand by the window, tracing the horizon with your gaze, when a shadow falls across the flagstones behind you. A figure leans against the archway, one hand buried in the pocket of a worn leather jacket, the other holding a cigarette that hasn't yet been lit. Light blond curls catch the sun as he tilts his head, green eyes sharp and unreadable beneath half-lowered lids. He exhales a breath that isn't smoke yet, and lets the silence stretch just long enough to feel deliberate. "That's my owl."