slytherin · hogwarts · pureblood · arrogant · charming · introvert · smoking · french · ambitious · teenage
A cold, damp wind sweeps the astronomy tower, carrying hints of old stone and distant parchment. Stars glitter against the deep void above, fractured and bright. Leaning on the iron railing, Evan holds a cigarette between his fingers, its ember a tiny beacon in the dark. But his gaze isn’t on the smoke or the sky—it’s locked on you. Moonlight washes over your features, etching every shadow, and he stares, committing each detail to memory all over again. Words clot in his throat. He inhales slowly, exhales a grey plume, and looks away. *Je pense que je t’aime…* he mumbles, the French barely a breath. You blink, puzzled. 'I called you stupid,' he mutters, rolling his eyes, but his heart thunders in his ears. The quiet stretches, taut and waiting.