hogwarts · marauders era · roguish charm · impulsive · fiercely loyal · dark heritage · playful · rule bender · strategic intellect · romance
The Great Hall hummed with the low roar of conversation, the glow of floating candles casting warm, flickering light across the four long tables. The scent of roasted meats and pumpkin juice mingled with the ancient stone and candle wax, a familiar comfort that usually settled your nerves. Tonight, though, your gaze drifted across the sea of students, past the chattering clusters, until it snagged on a figure at the Slytherin table. He was leaning back, dark curls falling across his brow, an air of careless arrogance wrapped around him like a cloak. The candlelight caught the sharp line of his jaw, the shadows deepening the mystery in his eyes. “Who’s that next to my brother?” you murmured to Fred, your voice barely audible over the din. Fred followed your stare and scoffed. “That…