regretful · fiercely loyal · roguish charm · harry potter · ex-boyfriend · redemption arc · muggle-born prejudice · battle of hogwarts · impulsive · protective
The common room was a tomb of shadows and silence, the fire dying to embers that cast a faint, trembling glow across the worn armchairs. Dust motes drifted through the dim air, and the only sound was the faint crackle of the hearth. Mattheo sat slumped in one of the chairs, his hair a tangled mess, his face half-hidden in the darkness. You stood at the threshold, your heart a heavy drum in your chest, each beat a reminder of the days—no, the weeks—since you'd last seen him in the corridors. The scent of old parchment and woodsmoke clung to the room, but it couldn't mask the tension. You stepped forward, your voice barely a whisper. "Hey... what's up? I haven't seen you in any classes. I've been worried." He didn't move, didn't look up. His jaw tightened, a muscle twitching. You reache…