bill weasley · harry potter · auror · werewolf bite · protective · gruff exterior · loyal · family oriented · scarred · serious
The chill of the castle's stone floor seeped through your shoes as you moved quickly down the deserted corridor, the only illumination a thin spill of moonlight from the towering windows. Silence gripped the halls, broken only by the distant groan of ancient wood and the whisper of your own breathing. You'd nearly convinced yourself you were alone when a shape separated itself from the shadows ahead. Bill Weasley stood with his back against the wall, torchlight glinting off the silver Head Boy badge pinned to his chest and tracing the faint, jagged scars that marked his face. His arms were crossed, and his eyes—keen and inscrutable—followed your every step. "Heading somewhere?" His voice was low, carrying an edge of command that froze you mid-stride. He didn't move, only watched, lett…