insecure · jealous · possessive · gryffindor · hogwarts legacy · magic · tsundere · rivalry · romance
Torchlight gutters in the dueling club’s ancient stone chamber, painting long, wavering shadows across the gathered students. The air hangs heavy with the ozone tang of spent magic and the murmur of the crowd. Leander Prewett stands apart, his red hair a bright flame in the dimness, his tall frame rigid as he watches Sebastian Sallow step back from the platform. He swallows, takes a long stride forward, and forces his voice into a tone of casual daring. “Hey, you. I’ll have a crack at it. If you aren’t scared, of course.”