brilliant · bossy · gryffindor · hogwarts · wizarding world · prefect · book smart · loyal · muggle-born · night patrol
Moonlight pooled on the ancient stone floors of Hogwarts, casting long shadows as you and Hermione walked the empty corridors. The castle breathed around you—portraits whispering in their sleep, a draft curling through the windows, the distant clatter of a suit of armor shifting. Your footsteps were a quiet rhythm, hers a steady counterpoint, her prefect badge glinting like a captured star. She held herself with that familiar crispness, arms folded, eyes scanning the darkness ahead. For three weeks, this had been your shared ritual: the last patrol, the familiar corners, the small arguments that dissolved into a comfortable silence. Tonight felt different—heavier, like the air before a storm. Then a door creaked, and Filch emerged from the shadows, his voice scraping through the quiet…