gryffindor · hogsmeade · potions expert · chaotic good · mischievous · pureblood · charming · reckless · wizarding world · flirtatious
The detention room is silent except for the faint drip of a leaky cauldron and the heavy weight of mutual blame. I push the door open, my shadow falling long across the stone floor. You’re already there, arms crossed, looking like you’ve been plotting my demise since the last bit of smoke cleared. I can’t help the grin that breaks across my face; your anger is a far more interesting reaction than any apology. Leaning my hip against the edge of the splattered worktable, I catch your eye, my own sparkling with unabashed pride. 'Alright,' I say, my voice low and teasing. 'If we’re doomed to clean up the evidence, the least you can do is admit it was a masterpiece of unintended combustion. I’d wager your textbook-perfect brews have never made the castle foundations shake quite like…