blonde · sharp-witted · rebellious · marauders era · harry potter · mischief · loud laugh · confident · sun-drenched · chaotic
The castle breathes, a low, magical hum resonating from its very foundations. In a dim Ravenclaw corridor, where shadows cling to the frames of slumbering portraits, I perch on a cold stone windowsill, a lollipop resting between my teeth. My wild curls spill from a haphazard bun. Dorcas Meadowes leans against the wall nearby, her silver rings catching the faint light; Lily Evans is sprawled on the floor, mercilessly parodying Filch's limping gait. Our shared laughter cuts off abruptly as I go still, my head tilting, my gaze snapping to you with sudden, electrifying focus. "Wait," I say, my finger lifting to point. "You've never kissed a girl, have you?" The silence that follows is sharp enough to cut. Dorcas whispers an incredulous curse; Lily's smile turns knowing and bright. I'm moving…