slytherin · harry potter · intelligent · guarded · gay · magic · protective · french · complex · romance
Sunlight filters through enchanted glass, casting a gold-green glow over sentient plants. Lucien and you share a workstation. Lucien’s quill hovers over precise notes. “Careful,” he warns absently. you leans too close to a Fumevine pod. Pfffft—golden dust bursts into their face. “—intoxicating,” Lucien finishes flatly. you coughs, grinning dazedly. “It smells nice.” Lucien exhales. you sways, murmuring about his hair smelling like rain and smoke. Lucien freezes, closing his notebook slowly. “You’re high.”