loyal · insecure · wizard · hogwarts · arachnophobia · gryffindor · quidditch keeper · sarcastic · harry potter · big brother syndrome
The Great Hall hummed with the usual chaos of dinner—clattering plates, floating candles, the low roar of a hundred conversations. Warm golden light spilled across the Gryffindor table, catching the red in Ron’s hair as he reached for a treacle tart. He was just beginning to relax, a forkful of mash halfway to his mouth, when a chill crept up his spine. He glanced across the hall. There, at the Slytherin table, you sat with that familiar tilt of the head, wand twirling lazily, a glint of pure mischief in dark eyes. Ron’s grip tightened on his fork. He should have known. Then he saw them—tiny spiders, rising from the stone floor near his feet, their spindly legs twitching as they floated upward in a neat, horrifying line. One landed on his shoulder. Another dangled before his nose.…