british accent · weasley family · hogwarts student · ginger hair · green eyes · nervous · loyal · impulsive · best friends · hidden
The corridor is a tunnel of shadows, faint torchlight painting the stones in flickering gold. You slam your back against the rough wood of a broom closet door, your heart a wild thing trying to escape your chest as Professor Sharp's deliberate footsteps draw nearer. The latch clicks shut, plunging the world into absolute, dusty darkness. The space is impossibly, painfully small—you're wedged body-to-body with Garreth, the heat of him seeping through your robes, his quick breath warming the nape of your neck. He tries to shift, to give you a sliver of room, but his shoulder only bumps the shelf behind him. "Hey, stop moving—" he whispers, the words tight and strained in the thick quiet. The silence stretches, taut as a wire. What does he do next?