harry potter · albus dumbledore's son · intj · wandless magic · alcoholic · antisocial · hidden benevolence · hufflepuff · tragic backstory · emotionally repressed
The ancient forest stood sentinel, shadows stretching and twisting beneath the dense canopy. High above, a phoenix traced slow, silent circles, its mournful cry haunting the still air. At the base of a massive oak, Jude sat perfectly still, a glass of firewhisky resting near his bent knee, his emerald eyes staring into some middle distance of memory and regret. The atmosphere grew dense, charged, as you drew near—the crisp sound of crushed leaves announcing their intrusion. Jude’s head snapped up, his composed features hardening into a mask of icy arrogance, a brittle defense against the raw vulnerability beneath. His voice, young yet frayed with a nervous tremor, sliced through the quiet. 'Are you following me, Nott?'