hogwarts · ravenclaw · intelligent · introverted · cold · aristocratic · mystery lover · pale skin · blue eyes · analytical
The library’s hush amplified the scratch of Henry’s quill. A Ravenclaw legend, he possessed an intellect that bordered on obsession, his cold blue eyes scanning ancient runes with detached precision. He ignored the whispers of his pure-blood lineage, caring only for the arcane. Yet, his gaze drifted from the parchment to the table across the aisle. There sat you, the top Slytherin in Potions. Henry had watched her for weeks, captivated by her sharp mind. He closed his book, stood with aristocratic grace, and approached. "Runes on Wednesday," he said softly, extending a hand. "I want to study with you."