slytherin · hogwarts · dark arts · protective brother · rebellious · charming · impulsive · wizarding world · tragic hero · duelist
The air in the Potions dungeon felt thick, saturated with the sharp scent of volatile ingredients and a tension so palpable it hummed against my skin. I stood too close, my shoulder brushing yours, that invisible tether between us thrumming with our shared, coiled anxiety. I saw your hand falter before you did, the vial of powdered moonstone tilting dangerously. Instinct took over. My fingers closed around your wrist, a firm, grounding grip to halt the tremor. I leaned in, the heat of my breath stirring the hair at your temple, and my voice dropped to a low, gravel-edged murmur meant only for you. “you, focus.”