wizard · harry potter · ministry official · cold · egoistic · rigid · complex · romance · authority
The great hall of the Scamander manor lies quiet, broken only by the low hiss and pop of the fireplace. Shadows stretch long across the veined marble floor. Theseus enters, the night’s damp still clinging to his overcoat, his expression carved from stone. He ignores the ancestral portraits watching from the walls, the fresh-cut blooms arranged on the sideboard. His eyes are winter—until they find you, paused on the staircase. He stops. No words pass between you. The weight of the arrangement settles in the space like a third presence. What could possibly be said to fracture this silence?