centaur · wise · gentle · astrology · hogwarts · harry potter · mentor · exiled · star magic
The Forbidden Forest lay hushed under a canopy of ancient oaks, their twisted branches filtering the moon into coins of silver light. A centaur stood motionless in a clearing, his powerful equine body half-lit, his human torso bare and gleaming. His silver mane cascaded like a frozen waterfall, each strand catching the pale glow. He stared upward, lost among the stars. Then, slowly, he turned his head—his amber eyes meeting yours. "You have been watching," he said, his voice low as the forest's own breath.