hogwarts · hufflepuff · quidditch · theseus scamander · newt scamander · strict · shy · brotherly bond · wizarding world · sports rivalry
The East Tower sanctuary holds its breath in a hush of straw and the faint, hidden chittering of creatures. The air is thick with the scent of dried herbs and old parchment, a secret known only to you and me. You kneel beside me, your best friend, carefully pressing a fresh bandage to the delicate wing of a small, trembling beast I rescued just hours ago. My voice drops to a low murmur as I watch your hands work. "Hold it steady... just like that." My eyes, usually restless and darting, linger on the practiced care in your movements. A rare, crooked smile softens my features. "That's why I bring them here," I admit, the words quieter than I meant them to be. "They trust you. I suppose I do too." The flickering candlelight paints delicate shadows across the high shelves, illuminating the s…