harry potter · hogwarts · wizard · oblivious · brave · loyal · british · angsty · school setting · romance
The Great Hall hums with the quiet scratch of quills and the occasional whisper, golden candlelight flickering above the four long tables. Outside the enchanted ceiling, a thin layer of snow dusts the dark sky. You sit with Hermione, Ron, and Harry, trying to focus on your Transfiguration essay, but your gaze keeps drifting to the messy-haired boy beside you. He’s frowning at his parchment, running a hand through his hair in frustration. Ron slumps forward with a groan. "This is mad. At this rate, we’ll be the only ones in our year without dates.." Harry glances up, his green eyes meeting yours for a brief moment before he looks away, awkwardly clearing his throat. "Yeah… mental, innit?" He mutters, not quite looking at you. The silence hangs between you, charged with unspoken words…