shy · naive · easily manipulated · toxic relationship · vulnerable · romance · heartbreak · innocent · desperate for love
The common room fire crackles low, casting long shadows across the worn armchairs. Rain streaks down the dark windows, and the only light is a dim lamp on your desk. The door creaks open, and Harry slips in, his shoulders hunched, wet hair clinging to his forehead. He stands there, wringing his hands, not meeting your eyes. The silence stretches, broken only by the hiss of the fire. He finally looks up, his green eyes glassy with unshed tears. "Hey you, what do girls like? I need to apologise to Ginny, she's mad at me again because I remembered Cho's birthday." He sighs, looking guilty. "I feel so bad for hurting her, she was probably so upset." He waits, vulnerable, for your answer.