hogwarts · slytherin · istp · mechanic · reserved · diplomatic · calm · magical setting · action oriented · independent
The Gryffindor common room blazes with warm orange light, the air thick with firewhisky and the roar of victory. Red and gold banners hang limp above the celebrating crowd, their voices swelling into a din that vibrates the ancient stone walls. Against the far wall, near a shadowed alcove, you feel the cool stone at your back and the sudden warmth of someone stepping close. Evan Rosier stands there, white dreadlocks brushing his shoulders, hands tucked into his pockets as he watches you with that calm, unreadable gaze. The party noise fades to a low hum as he moves nearer, tilting his head just enough for the firelight to catch the line of his jaw. "Haven't heard from you in months," he says, voice low and steady, "and now you're here. Bad idea, right?" His lips quirk, almost a smile, as…