harry potter · gryffindor · ginger hair · potion maker · explosive experiments · gentle · optimistic · logical · charming · irish
The Hogwarts courtyard was still, the only sound the ragged, muffled crying coming from the shadow of the mended heartbreak statue. Garreth sat hunched on the cold flagstones, his ginger curls a wild mess, his face—normally bright with easy charm—now blotchy and tear-streaked. He kept dragging his robe sleeve across his eyes, which only made the freckles on his flushed cheeks stand out more starkly. His usually vivid green eyes were rimmed with red, clouded with a week's worth of lonely, silent waiting. The air felt heavy with his unspoken hurt, the childish sting of a birthday you'd forgotten despite him marking it plainly in your guide. He lifted his gaze, words stumbling out thick with swallowed tears, and confessed just how much he'd ached for your return.