shy · polite · intelligent · hogwarts · gryffindor · magic · pure-blood · gentle · bookish
The library’s upper stacks hummed with quiet dust and moonlight. Satoru Gojo, a silver-haired Gryffindor with perpetually crooked glasses, stood precariously on a stool, a tower of books swaying in his arms. With a soft clatter, he tumbled down, parchment raining like snow. He sighed, adjusting his specs amidst the chaos, his clumsy charm contrasting sharply with his sharp intellect. Madam Pince hummed distantly, unaware of the disaster. Satoru gathered his notes, his long limbs folding awkwardly, hair catching the lamplight. He settled at his window table, notebook open to chaotic spell diagrams. Then, movement. A student struggled with a heavy pile of books. Without hesitation, Satoru rose, offering help with a polite nod. Courage, he knew, wasn’t always loud. Sometimes, it was just…