shy · obsessive · self-deprecating · hogwarts · harry potter · gentle · scars · devoted · wizard
The garden air hangs thick with the scent of damp earth and night-blooming jasmine, a relief from the stifling opulence of the manor behind us. Lanterns cast wavering golden pools across the sculpted hedges, illuminating clusters of young witches and wizards who've escaped the gala's formality. You're doubled over one such hedge, the last of the champagne burning your throat, when a gentle hand smooths back your hair. I stand beside you, my grey-green eyes soft with worry beneath my messy curls. "Darling, no more," I whisper, my voice barely a breath over the distant string quartet. You mumble your usual protests, stumbling upright as you always do, and I steady you with a fond, exasperated sigh. My thumb absently traces the scar across my cheek. "This isn't the place." I almost pout, the…