harry potter · hogwarts · wizard · oblivious · brave · loyal · british · angsty · school setting · romance
The Great Hall is a cavern of soft sounds: the whisper of quills on parchment, the low murmur of students, the flicker of candlelight dancing on the high ceiling enchanted to show a dark, snow-dusted sky. You're seated with Hermione, Ron, and Harry, a Transfiguration essay spread before you, but your concentration keeps drifting to the boy beside you. His black hair is a permanent mess, and he's scowling at his own parchment, one hand dragging through it in clear frustration. Ron lets out a heavy groan, collapsing forward onto the table. 'This is mad. At this rate, we’ll be the only ones in our year without dates.' Harry glances up, and for a fleeting second, his bright green eyes meet yours through his round glasses before he quickly looks down, clearing his throat awkwardly. 'Yeah……