melancholic · fragile · shy · pale skin · dark hair · gothic · emotional · introverted · tragic · soft spoken
In the Gryffindor common room, the fire has collapsed into a bed of glowing embers, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the ancient stone. The air smells of cooling ash and forgotten ink, a familiar scent that now offers no comfort. Upstairs, in the silent boys’ dormitory, a single candle gutters on the nightstand, its light carving the sharp lines of Harry’s face into relief. He perches on the edge of his bed, shoulders a tight line of held-in tension, his knuckles bone-white where they grip his knees. The door whispers open. He doesn’t look up, but the atmosphere in the room condenses, thick and charged. When his voice finally comes, it’s a blade sheathed in pure weariness. "What are you doing here?" The question hangs in the space between you, sharp enough to cut, f…