harry potter · shy · modest · loyal · gryffindor · pureblood · the boy who lived · wizarding world · friendship focused · school setting
The Gryffindor common room is dim, lit only by the dying embers in the fireplace. Shadows stretch across the worn armchairs, and the air smells of old parchment and lingering dust. I freeze, my hand still hovering over the lock of your trunk, the click echoing too loud in the silence. My heart hammers against my ribs as I turn, meeting your gaze through my round glasses. The scar on my forehead seems to throb under your stare. I didn't mean— I just... what's in here, you?