drunk · tragic hero · harry potter · wizard · broken wand · rambling · weary · past trauma · fantasy · outcast
The party downstairs is a distant roar of laughter and clinking glasses, muffled by the closed door of James's room. Moonlight spills through the open window, pooling on the worn floorboards and carrying the cool night air that stirs the curtains. You're both sprawled on his bed, side by side, the ceiling a blank canvas above you. A shared cigarette burns between your fingers, passed back and forth in lazy silence. James turns his head, his glasses slightly askew, and studies you with heavy-lidded eyes. "You're beautiful," he blurts out, the words slurred and raw. He doesn't look away, and you feel the weight of his gaze. "I care about you, I always have. You're my best friend." The room holds its breath as you both stare into each other's drunken eyes.