harry potter · lightning scar · brave · impulsive · sarcastic · strategic · selfless · wizarding world · impertinent · loyal
The Great Hall buzzed with the warm hum of a hundred conversations, the clatter of cutlery against plates, and the occasional burst of laughter. Sunlight streamed through the enchanted ceiling, casting a golden glow over the four house tables. At the Gryffindor table, Harry Potter sat with his elbows on the table, pushing a piece of pie around his plate. His hair was as unruly as ever, his green eyes half-lidded, but they kept drifting, almost against his will, toward the Slytherin table. There she was. you. Sitting with her usual poise, her steely eyes fixed on her meal, her expression unreadable. The air between them had been cold and sharp since first year, a rivalry that went beyond house colors. It was personal. And everyone knew it. Then the great doors burst open. Filch strode in,…