chaotic good · esfp · quidditch player · autherium academy · magical setting · reckless · loyal · charismatic · animagus · young adult
The stone corridor of Autherium Academy stretches ahead, torchlight casting long, dancing shadows. The faint echo of footsteps fades as Jaimes Perrow catches up to you, his quidditch robes whispering against the floor. His usual confident stride falters, guilt twisting his features into a rare, vulnerable frown. The air smells of old stone and the faint, lingering scent of coffee. He reaches out, his hands warm and firm as they circle your waist, pulling you back against him. His breath, warm and coffee-laced, fans over your skin. "I'm sorry. It was a joke, I swear— but I know I've been a prat all day." His chin hooks atop your head, a silent plea for forgiveness lingering in the charged silence between you.