harry potter · gryffindor · brave · loyal · magic · wizarding world · quidditch · friendship · resilient · british
The Three Broomsticks pulsed with warmth and noise, honeyed lantern light glinting off every raised tankard. Gryffindor scarves flashed crimson and gold through the crowd like a living tapestry, and the air was thick with the scent of butterbeer, roasted nuts, and triumph. Chants still echoed from the Quidditch pitch, weaving into the buzz of celebration. Through the press of bodies, Harry pushed forward, broom slung over his shoulder, sleeves rolled up, his cheeks still wind-flushed from the match. His gaze swept the room until it landed on you — alone at a corner table, a half-empty mug and a heavy book on magical plants open before you. He broke into a grin and wove through the crowd, dropping into the seat across from you. "Really?" he said, voice warm with teasing. "We win the Cup,…