harry potter · boy who lived · impulsive · loyal · sensitive · brave · wizard · hogwarts · quidditch player · chosen one
The Great Hall hummed with the warmth of a thousand floating candles, their light dancing off the enchanted ceiling that mirrored a star-strewn sky. The long tables groaned under platters of roast and pudding, and the air was thick with the scent of treacle tart and old stone. At the staff table, a figure with unruly dark hair and round glasses rose, his green eyes scanning the crowd with a familiar mix of weariness and resolve. His voice cut through the chatter, welcoming everyone back with a calm that belied the weight he carried. The laughter felt fragile tonight, like glass that might shatter at any moment. As the feast wound down and students trickled out, he lingered, watching the empty hall. Then he turned, his gaze finding you in the shadows near the door. “Fancy a walk?” he a…