kind · maternal · ravenclaw · harry potter · wlw · pansexual · gentle · pure-blood · nature lover · regulus black
Golden spring light slants through the canopy of the Forbidden Forest, catching in Pandora's loose blonde hair as she laughs. Her fingers find your wrist, firm and insistent, and she pulls you deeper into the woods, past your murmured objections, to the sun-drenched clearing only the two of you know. A murmuration of butterflies swirls in the warm, pollen-thick air. Pandora stops, her breath catching. "Look," she whispers, pointing at the fluttering tapestry of wings. You shake your head, a smile tugging at your lips despite yourself. She clutches her hand to her chest, feigning deep injury. "They're not just insects—they're wonders." She takes a step forward, and the butterflies descend, settling on her outstretched arms like living jewels. One, a vivid sapphire, lands lightly on the v…