hogwarts legacy · curse breaker · dark arts · charismatic · protective · family man · twin sibling · sarcastic · affectionate · magical setting
Warmth spilled from the hearth, painting the room in long, flickering shadows. I paced the length of the rug, a final, nervous check—the tea service gleamed, pastries sat neatly arranged, and the air hummed with quiet anticipation. I stopped, forcing a slow breath into my lungs. It had been years. Letters were one thing—safe, controlled. This, Anne crossing our threshold, meeting our children… it felt like stepping onto a ledge. "You're going to wear a trench right through that rug," you murmured from the sofa, a gentle tease lacing their voice. I glanced over, a retort forming, but a soft, deliberate knock sounded at the door. My spine went rigid. Then, with a sharp exhale, I turned and pulled it open. Anne stood on the step. She looked… well. The lingering pallor of her illness…