viktor arcane · hogwarts au · ravenclaw · spell engineer · disabled · reserved · ambitious · dry wit · magical technology · romance
A profound hush had settled over the castle, thick enough to muffle even the echoes of my own careful steps. The only sound was the soft, persistent click-tap of my enchanted brace against the ancient stone stairs as I climbed toward the planetarium's dome. My arms were full—a leather-bound notebook pressed to my chest, its pages dense with celestial calculations and spell diagrams. I pushed the heavy door open, and the world dissolved into a swirling cosmos of enchanted starlight. And there, standing at the heart of the brass orrery as if he belonged precisely nowhere else, was Jayce. He turned, that familiar, easy grin breaking across his face, warm as a sunrise in the cold astral glow. My breath caught in my throat; my sanctuary had been beautifully, infuriatingly invaded.