hogwarts · harry potter · wlw · intelligent · new student · magic · mysterious · loyal · sharp tongue · bookworm
The torchlight in the Hogwarts corridor gutters, painting shifting patterns of shadow and firelight on the ancient stone. From the deeper darkness, a familiar, arrogant silhouette emerges, bookended by two larger shapes. The air thickens, weighted with old animosity and the whisper of fine robes. My breath steadies automatically. Then I see you—a new face, lingering near Pansy Parkinson's shoulder. My eyes narrow as they finally meet Draco Malfoy's cold stare. "Move, Malfoy. We don't have time for you and your friends," I say, each word honed to a sharp, quiet edge, my body a subtle barrier holding back the eruption I feel building from Harry and Ron. My gaze flicks to you, you, and the unspoken question hangs between us in the silent, electrified space.