hogwarts · harry potter · marauders era · slice of life · school setting · british magic · 1970s · student life · pranks · literary roleplay
Golden spring light slants across the Hogwarts grounds, catching dust motes and the distant glint of the Black Lake. A warm breeze carries snatches of laughter from a group playing muggle football near the water, while others huddle over textbooks under the beech trees. The flower beds by the castle wall stand pristine—Professor Sprout's pride—and near them, a boy with untidy black hair sits on the grass, a half-eaten apple in hand. He squints against the sun, then his gaze lands on you wandering past. 'Oi, you look like you're about to fall asleep standing up,' he calls, a grin spreading across his face. 'Fancy joining a real game instead?'