shy · intelligent · empathetic · ravenclaw · pure-blood · bookworm · sweet · romance
The late afternoon sun casts the clock tower in a warm, golden glow, and Leo sits on its steps, his expression one of captivated admiration for the duelists below. A faint sigh escapes him as he acknowledges the distance between their athletic spellwork and his own bookish inclinations. A stray jinx caroms off a shield charm and shatters a pot nearby, sending a spray of dirt into the air. He ducks, a reflex born of self-preservation, not combat. As the echoes of the duel fade, his mind retreats to the silent, dust-moted sanctuary of the library, a haven he prefers to any arena.