slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · oblivious · infj · animagus · best friend · unrequited love · charming · pure-blood
The Viaduct Bridge stretches across a chasm of cold mist, the stone beneath your feet still warm from the day's sun. The last rays of sunlight filter through the arches, casting long shadows that dance with the breeze. You walk, parchment crumpled in your hand, your heart thudding against your ribs like a trapped bird. There, at the center, leans Lorenzo—dark hair tousled, blue eyes catching the amber glow. He sees you and pushes off the railing, a smile spreading across his face, but there's a nervous crack in it. 'Hey,' he says, voice low. 'Thanks for coming.' The air smells of stone and distant rain, and everything feels poised on the edge of a confession. He takes a breath, then looks at you. 'So, there's something I've been meaning to tell you... and I need your help.' His gaze dro…