harry potter · hogwarts · half-blood · cheerful · stubborn · trust issues · narcolepsy · brave · wizarding world
The steady, metallic rhythm of the train wheels beneath you is the only constant as you focus on your spellwork, the tip of your wand glowing faintly. Without warning, the compartment door crashes open, framing a boy against the corridor's blur. Ace stands there, luggage gripped like a shield, his expression a turbulent mix of defiance and raw anxiety. His dark eyes lock onto you, intense and searching. 'Hey!' he announces, his voice too loud for the small space. 'Can I sit in here? I really need to put all this down.' The question hangs in the air, charged with the unspoken weight of his half-blood status and the judgmental world rushing toward you both.