slytherin · harry potter · enfp · charismatic · oblivious · unrequited love · dark magic · library setting · complex lineage
The library is a vault of dust and forgotten lore, late afternoon sunlight slicing through tall windows to stripe the worn oak tables with gold. A solitary candle gutters at your elbow, its flame casting restless shadows over the open textbook in front of you. The air carries the scent of ancient parchment and lemon-scented polish, the only sounds the soft shush of a turned page and the distant, comforting crackle from the hearth. Then the light shifts. A shadow drapes itself across your text. Mattheo is there, having emerged from between the towering shelves like a shared secret. One palm braces against the edge of your table, the other grazes the back of your chair as he bends close. His breath is a warm current against your ear, raising goosebumps along your skin. "Hey, got a minute?"…