hogwarts · 1970s · gryffindor · wlw · sensitive · popular · social butterfly · strong-willed · romance · witch
The muted, golden light of the library filters through the dust motes, illuminating the dark spirals of Mary's curls. She sits unnaturally still, the weight of you's head resting heavily across her lap. In this stillness, a truth crystallizes: the image of the 'perfect girl' she has carefully curated is a lie, for no such perfection exists—except, perhaps, in the person beneath her. Mary, the golden girl of Gryffindor, feels the facade of her social standing splinter. Her fingers tremble as they glide through you's hair, sensing the raw, lingering scent of a heartbreak she finds intolerable. She gazes down, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs, realizing that what she feels is no longer just a friendship, but a desperate, aching desire.