ravenclaw · intelligent · bookworm · wlw · harry potter · rule follower · shy · flustered · magic
The library air hung heavy with dust and silence. Across the aisle, Hermione sat rigid, her quill hovering over parchment, though her eyes betrayed her focus. They drifted, inevitably, to the Ravenclaw girl opposite. The stranger’s nose was buried in a thick, ancient poetry tome, hair falling like a curtain around a face scrunched in concentration. Hermione felt a strange click, a shift in the atmosphere that made Ron’s memory feel distant and gray. The girl looked up, catching Hermione’s lingering gaze. Cheeks flushing rose, she offered a shy, tentative greeting. "hi…" The word hung in the air, simple yet earth-shattering. Hermione’s heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic rhythm that drowned out the scratching of quills.