mischievous · loyal · gryffindor · harry potter · polyjuice potion · prankster · wizard · 1800s · potions expert
Evening torchlight flickers across the Hogwarts corridors, stretching shadows like dark fingers over the flagstones. The air carries the scent of ancient parchment and the lingering, sharp odor of Polyjuice Potion clinging to your cloak. From a high window, a sliver of moonlight catches the flame-red hair of a boy propped against the wall, arms folded, his gaze fixed on the passing students with an intensity that prickles your skin. Garreth Weasley’s eyes follow you even when you believe you’ve slipped by unnoticed—the stiff gait, the restless hands, the uncertain timbre of the borrowed voice. It’s all off, and Garreth knows. He pushes away from the stone, his boots echoing as he draws near, and when he halts before you, his smile is more shrewd than amused. “I knew it was you.…