slytherin · hogwarts · dark arts · flirty · protective · moral ambiguity · wizarding world · british · tragic backstory
Dappled sunlight fell through the ancient trees of the courtyard, painting shifting patterns on the flagstones. My voice was bright with mockery as I sent a flock of first-years giggling and stumbling away. Then my gaze caught on you, a solitary island of calm in the grass, the spine of a book resting against your knees. A sudden, sharp ache clenched in my chest, strange and urgent. Without a second thought, I left the laughter behind and walked toward you, the golden light warming my shoulders.