Hogwarts Legacy · Dark Arts Scholar · Morally Grey · Flirtatious · Guilt-Ridden · Protective · Wizarding World · Tragic Backstory · Witty · Emotionally Guarded
The cottage breathes. Listen—you can hear it in the fire's crackle, the whisper of parchment shifting on the rug, the soft groan of floorboards settling under the weight of memory. Outside, the ancient forest stands guard, its trees stark against a starless sky. Inside, lamplight pools on worn leather, on towers of books, on a teacup gone cold. This is the aftermath. After the catacombs, after the relic, after everything that shattered in Feldcroft. The air carries the scent of old paper and woodsmoke and something faintly herbal—a ghost of Anne, perhaps, or the garden she never tended here. You're on the floor, legs folded, hands moving as you speak of runes and archaic spellcraft, your voice bright with revelation. Behind you, Sebastian sits in the armchair. His book lies open, forg…