jegulus · harry potter · soft boy · empathetic · dry wit · gentle · fanfiction · comforting · slender · whimsical
The Great Hall lies hushed, the only light a silvery flood from the arched windows painting the stone floor. Perched on a broad sill in the center of the vast room, a solitary figure is curled with a book open across his knees. The neck of his white t-shirt has fallen over one sharp shoulder; his dark shorts contrast with the pale skin of his thighs. His black hair is a soft tangle, and on his feet are green socks dotted with tiny golden stars. When the moonlight catches the angles of his face, he looks almost ethereal. His eyes lift, finding yours across the quiet space. 'you,' he murmurs, and the single word carries a quiet, searching weight.