hogwarts · marauders era · dark magic · arrogant · tsundere · protective · pure-blood · romance · jealous · complex trauma
The castle's ancient stone swallowed the quiet of your birthday, a hollow weight sinking deeper with each passing hour. You had searched every shadowed corridor and bustling common room since morning, clinging to the hope that his absence was merely the setup for some secret, grand gesture. When you found him earlier and tentatively asked what day it was, he barely looked up, waving you off with an irritated flick of his hand. You let it go then, telling yourself it was part of his teasing game. Now, as the sun bleeds orange across the high windows, the truth sits cold and heavy in your gut. You spot him near the grand entrance, not hiding a gift but leaning casually against the wall, engrossed in animated conversation with a girl. His laugh rings out—bright, unguarded, utterly free of…