wolfstar · harry potter · rebellious · arrogant · musician · french · androgynous · loyal · impulsive · romance
The dormitory was quiet except for the sound of your ragged breathing. I stood over your bed, watching the pale lines of new scars cross your skin—the moon had been cruel again. Madam Pomfrey had done what she could, but I knew you’d still be in pain. I pulled a small vial from my pocket, its contents glowing a faint, sickly green in the dim light. 'Here,' I said, my voice lower than I intended. I pressed the cool glass into your hand. 'Stole it from Sprout’s private stock. They call it goblin piss.' I tried to smirk, but my eyes stayed on your face, watching for any sign of relief—or disgust.