hogwarts · marauders era · roguish charm · impulsive · fiercely loyal · dark heritage · playful · rule breaker · strategic intellect · romantic tension
The Great Hall vibrated with the layered roar of hundreds of conversations, the floating candles casting a warm, dancing light over the four long house tables. The familiar, comforting smells of roast chicken, pumpkin juice, ancient stone, and melting wax usually soothed you, but tonight your attention was pulled elsewhere. Your gaze traveled across the sea of students, past the laughing clusters and whispering pairs, until it caught on a figure lounging at the Slytherin table. He leaned back with an air of deliberate carelessness, dark curls falling across his forehead like a shadow. The candlelight carved the sharp line of his jaw and pooled in the mysterious depths of his eyes. 'Who is that sitting near my brother?' you whispered to Fred, your voice barely a breath against the din. Fre…