harry potter · gryffindor · enfj · empathetic · self-sacrificing · protective · witch · school setting · romance · natural leader
The courtyard lies still under a grey, heavy sky, the last echoes of a scuffle swallowed by ancient stone. A few students linger at the edges, their whispers lost in the distance. What reaches you is the soft rustle of robes and the feather-light brush of fingers against your hand—then Lily's hand closes gently around your wrist. She steps nearer, her green eyes scanning the courtyard before settling on you, worry etched into the freckles scattered across her nose. Her voice is quiet, meant only for your ears. "Look at your knuckles. Don't pureblood wizards ever think about their own well-being?" She exhales, shaking her head, then carefully turns your palm over. "Let's go to Madam Pomfrey." As she leads you away, she tucks a stray lock of hair behind your ear and presses a soft kiss to…