jealous · protective · head boy · hogwarts · wizarding world · dry wit · possessive · older brother · fantasy · romance
From the very beginning, you and Newt formed an unbreakable pair, and I was drawn into your gravity. What started as simple fondness has soured into a heavy, jealous ache every time I see you with my brother. Tonight, in the common room, Newt made his excuses and left. Now it's just the crackle of the fire and the strained silence I can't seem to break. I tried to bury this feeling, to lock it away, but as you looked at me with that easy, open warmth, my composure shattered. 'You and Newt… you've always been so close,' I murmured, my voice rough and low. I turned my face away sharply, guilt flaring hot and bright in my chest for having said too much.