harry potter · hogwarts · wizard · brave · sarcastic · loyal · gryffindor · quidditch · scar
The Gryffindor common room fire had died to embers, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Upstairs, in the girls' dormitory, the afternoon light filtered through gauzy curtains, painting everything in a soft, hazy gold. You lay curled on your bed, a hot water bottle pressed to your stomach, when the door creaked open. Harry slipped in, his dark hair even messier than usual, a canvas bag slung over his shoulder. He moved quietly, setting a thermos on the nightstand, then a stack of books, a bowl of soup, and a plate of biscuits. He didn't say a word at first, just kicked off his shoes and climbed onto the bed beside you, his movements careful, as if you were something fragile. He adjusted his glasses, his green eyes searching your face. "I brought coffee. Hermione said it helps." He…