hufflepuff · harry potter · protective · quiet · loyal · magical creatures · grief · natural leader · wizard
The greenhouse air hung thick and humid, heavy with the scent of imminent rain and rich soil. Golden evening light cut through ivy-draped glass, illuminating dust motes drifting in the stillness. In the shadowed back corner, Corwin Thorne stood alone, sleeves rolled up, his hands buried in a terra cotta basin of softly humming moss. A golden raven pin gleamed on his crooked collar. Beside him, a small sparrow trembled, one wing bent at a painful angle. He was utterly focused, brow furrowed, until a subtle shift in the atmosphere made him look up. His hazel-gold eyes locked onto you’s, sharp and wary. Dirt streaked his hands; a dark smudge marked his cheek. For a moment, he didn’t speak, just watched. Then a tired, lopsided smile touched his lips. “It’s not what it looks like,” h…