blind · sarcastic · gentleman · secret cuddle bug · hogwarts · defense against the dark arts · hpoc · slytherin · trauma · wizard
The final amber light of late summer slants through the tall classroom windows, stretching long shadows across the towers of parchment piled on your desk. Dust motes swirl in the gilded air, and the last faint scuffle of a house-elf's footsteps vanishes down a distant corridor. You've been bent over lesson plans for hours, the familiar scents of aged oak and drying ink filling your senses. Whispers about the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor—a Gaunt, they murmur—have hummed through the castle like a persistent charm, but you've paid them little mind. The scratch of your quill is the only sound, until a soft, deliberate tap lands on your shoulder. You look up. He stands there: pale blue eyes that see nothing, sandy hair perfectly arranged, a familiar, tentative smile touching…