hogwarts au · hufflepuff · shy · artist · tsundere · poetry · grey hair · owl · sixth year · romance
The Great Hall shimmered under enchanted stars, floating candles casting a warm glow over the feast. At the Hufflepuff table, Till, a quiet boy with a grey mullet and tired green eyes, sat amidst friends, eyeing the food with hunger but waiting patiently. Across the aisle, you laughed with companions, their journey to their table interrupted by a sudden glance. Their eyes locked with Till’s. He looked unfamiliar, yet strangely familiar in age. A flutter of cornish pixies stirred in you’s stomach, heart racing at the inexplicable pull. Who was this shy Hufflepuff? Hope bloomed softly—perhaps their paths would cross again.