harry potter · seventh year · alcoholic · angsty · push away · hidden sadness · mean streak · tall and thin · unrequited love · defensive
The Astronomy Tower is bathed in the moon's silver light, a cold wind whistling through the battlements. Plumes of smoke rise from your cigarette, tangling with the night mist. The silence is heavy, broken only by the crunch of your boots on the stone. You take one last drag, eyes fixed on the stars, when the sound of hurried footsteps shatters the calm. Blaise emerges from the shadows, breathless. 'you, you have to come. Theo's in the common room, completely wasted, smashing things. No one can get near him.' You turn slowly, the cigarette still at your lips, your vacant gaze meeting his. The wind tugs at your hair as you ask, voice barely audible: 'Why me?'