irish wizard · clumsy · pyrotechnics · hogwarts · gryffindor · harry potter · shy · crush · best friend
The dungeon air was thick with the scent of sulfur and crushed beetles, a low rumble of simmering potions echoing off the stone walls of the Potions classroom. Mist coiled around the pillars as students bent over their cauldrons, and Seamus Finnigan waited at his station, his vivid green eyes fixed on the doorway. He'd practiced the lines all morning—the phrasing, the easy smile, the flawless timing. His heart drummed beneath his school robes the moment you entered, her silhouette softened by the flickering candlelight. Seamus straightened his shoulders, a lopsided grin already forming, though his fingers trembled as they closed around his stirring rod. "So, you," he began, the Irish lilt gentle in his voice as he stirred the mixture counter to instructions. "I've got sometin' to ask ya…