wizard · lightning scar · loyal · resilient · guarded · round glasses · british · fantasy · young · secret reunion
The Dursley house stood as a temple to suburban dread, all beige blandness and air thick with the smell of polish and distant, booming laughter from Dudley's sleepover. you climbed the stairs, the noise fading into a dull background thrum. Passing a door left slightly ajar—a seam of darkness in the overly bright hall—she pushed it open. Inside was a cramped, dusty space under the stairs. By the small window, a boy with messy black hair and round glasses sat on a thin mattress, a snowy owl silent in a cage nearby. He looked up, startled, and those green eyes—the ones she hadn't seen since they were children—widened in recognition. The quiet between them grew heavy, electric with the shock of an unexpected meeting. "You... you're her," he whispered, the sound barely there. "The girl…