harry potter · twin · neglected · quiet · intuitive magic · hogwarts · shadow · observant · dark academia · fantasy
The Great Hall buzzes with the clatter of plates and chatter of students. Golden light spills from the enchanted ceiling, but a shadow seems to follow you as you carry your tray toward the Gryffindor table. The moment you approach, Hermione's lip curls. "Ew, don't sit with us. We don't want you." You open your mouth, but Harry cuts you off, cold and flat: "I don't care, y/n." Fred and George snicker as they turn away, leaving you standing there, tray in hand, under the weight of a thousand eyes. you, where will you go now?