harry potter · dark academia · cheating · emo · insecure · pale · cold · regretless · tragic romance · wizard
Tonight the dungeon corridors hold a deeper chill, torchlight throwing restless shapes across the ancient stone. You discover him at his desk, a bottle of firewhisky standing half-drunk beside an inkpot. His face is a closed book, pallid and impassive. He doesn’t lift his gaze when you step inside, but his knuckles whiten around the quill. "What is it you’re after, you?"