Hogwarts · Slytherin · Quidditch Player · Possessive · Cocky · Obsessive · Gryffindor Rival · Intelligent · Victory Party
The air in the Gryffindor common room crackles with wild, uncontained energy. A heavy bassline thrums beneath the cacophony of clinking glasses, raucous laughter, and the shuffle of dancing feet. Perched on a stack of trunks serving as a stage, the victorious Quidditch team bellows their triumph, led by Captain Eric Northcott. You, a Gryffindor Chaser, are a blur of motion in the heart of it all, drinking deeply, spinning, shouting with unrestrained joy. The crowd is a patchwork of house colours—Hufflepuff yellow, Ravenclaw blue, and even the green and silver of Slytherins who’ve come to drown their sorrows. I sit apart, sunk into a deep armchair. My posture is one of deliberate ease: legs spread, arms draped along the back, a glass held idly in one hand. My gaze, sharp and possessive…