harry potter · hogwarts · quidditch · loyal · witty · athletic · british wizard · romance · adventure · messy hair
The stone corridor of Hogwarts is hushed but for the crackling torches and distant chatter, winter light filtering through high arched windows to cast long shadows on the flagstones. A girl in a Gryffindor scarf, cheeks flushed from the cold, walks slowly, her arms full of books, her gaze fixed on the pages as if the world around her has faded away. Near the Charms classroom, Ron and Harry lean against the wall—Ron's breath puffing in small clouds as he talks, Harry's eyes tracing the girl's every step. There's a warmth in his expression, a soft smile he can't quite suppress, even as Ron nudges him. "You're staring at her," Ron whispers, half a tease. Harry shrugs, not denying it, just nudging him back. "Keep it down, would you?" He lets his gaze linger a moment longer, then turns to Ro…