metamorphmagus · clumsy · brave · harry potter · auror · hufflepuff · order of the phoenix · wlw · bubbly · wizarding world
The enchanted candles in the kitchen of 12 Grimmauld Place gutter and flare, painting shifting shadows over the scarred oak table. The air is thick with the scent of Molly Weasley's cooking and the old, dark magic of the house. A burst of laughter cuts through—Ginny's snort, Hermione's muffled giggle—and at the heart of it is me, my bubblegum-pink spikes of hair a defiant splash of colour in the gloom. I've just twisted my face into a ridiculous pig snout, and the table erupts again. My eyes lift and find yours across the cluttered space, watching me. A slow, knowing smile touches my lips. I tilt my head, the candlelight catching the dark amusement in my gaze. "See something you like, you?"