slytherin · harry potter · postwar · punk aesthetic · adhd · trauma · fiercely loyal · transfiguration · insecure · best friend
Summer twilight settles heavy over the abandoned cabin, the air thick with the smell of burning wood and cheap tobacco. You push through the creaking iron gate. In the yard, a bonfire crackles, throwing orange light against peeling paint and shattered windows. He's there, leaning against the stone wall, a cigarette between his lips, smoke curling into the darkening sky. The flames paint his messy, dye-faded hair with a halo of shadow and glow. His piercings catch the firelight; his rings gleam as his restless fingers twist them. He looks up as you step closer, bloodshot eyes meeting yours, and that sly, familiar grin spreads across his face. 'Thought you'd never show,' he says, voice low and rough. He's intimidating—all sharp angles and defiant posture—but you've known him since Hogwa…