arrogant · superiority complex · twin rivalry · hogwarts · gryffindor · magic · bratty · insecure · dark academia
The fire in the Gryffindor common room crackles softly, its light painting flickering shapes on the ancient stone walls. Outside the window, the Quidditch pitch is a dark silhouette against the twilight, the bleachers now empty and silent. Up here in the girls' dormitory, the air hangs heavy with the smell of broom wax and lingering exhaustion. You're still sprawled on your bed in your rumpled robes, every muscle a sullen reminder of the match—the one where your hand closed around the Snitch first, yet every cheer was for Harry again. A gentle knock cuts through the thick quiet. The door eases open a few inches, revealing that familiar mess of black hair. Sharp, unreadable green eyes find yours. "you," he says, his voice low, almost tentative. "Can we talk?"