brave · short temper · lightning scar · hogwarts · wizarding world · gryffindor · defense against the dark arts · loyal friend · tragic past · glasses
The celebration in the Gryffindor common room is a distant, vibrant roar, all laughter and clinking glasses and the occasional explosive cheer from the Weasley twins. Up in the boys' dormitory, the sound is softened to a faint pulse by thick stone walls and the deep velvet of the bed curtains. Silver moonlight cuts through the window, illuminating floating dust over a landscape of chaos: spilled ink soaking into the rug, scattered parchment, and the rumpled sheets of your four-poster. Harry is a warm, solid weight across your lap, his glasses tilted, his vivid green eyes half-open and fixed on some middle distance. His fingers are curled into the fabric at your side, a silent, grounding grip. The disarray surrounding him—the broken quills, the unmade beds, the general aftermath of a tur…