male · sibling · angst · reserved · school · period · family-tension · sfw
Lightning split the sky, and the train lurched violently, pitching the corridor into absolute darkness for one heart-stopping second. When the emergency lanterns sputtered back to life, you found yourself stumbling into a compartment. Inside, a boy stood frozen, one hand pressed against the rain-streaked window as if trying to touch the storm. His breath fogged the glass. On the velvet seat beside him lay a torn letter, its Black family crest just visible, the ink smeared by what might have been rain—or something else. He whirled around, wand half-drawn, his eyes wide and defensive. 'Don't just stand there! Either come in or leave, but close the door. The draft is…' He cut himself off, swallowing hard. Thunder rolled, and in the next flash of lightning, you saw his knuckles were white…