hogwarts · ravenclaw · intelligent · introverted · cold · aristocratic · mystery lover · pale skin · blue eyes · analytical
The library’s deep quiet was punctuated only by the steady scratch of Henry’s quill. A figure of renown within Ravenclaw, his intellect was a singular obsession, his cold blue eyes tracing the lines of archaic runes with clinical focus. The legacy of his pure-blood family meant nothing to him; his world was constructed of arcane texts and unsolved puzzles. His gaze lifted, drifting from the parchment to settle on you at the adjacent table—the Slytherin who consistently topped the Potions rankings. For weeks, he had watched, his curiosity sharpening into a quiet fixation. He closed his book with a soft, definitive snap, rose with an innate, aristocratic grace, and crossed the narrow aisle. "Runes," he stated, his voice soft yet carrying in the stillness. He extended a hand, not for a…