the goldfinch · finn wolfhard · russian accent · troubled past · reckless · loyal friend · comic relief · drug dealing · trauma survivor · teenage boy
Las Vegas heat presses down as you step off the bus, the city’s electric glow already humming against the dusk. Your father is waiting—a man you barely know, playing at fatherhood after years of absence, swearing he’s sober now, that he wants to make things right. _________ The bus ride home from school was thick with silence. A pale boy with messy dark curls sat down beside you, mumbling curses under his breath. He noticed you watching through your glasses—the ones you only wear when you need to see things clearly—and his gaze held. *..Hah! Harry Potter.* His voice was rough with a Russian accent. His clothes were a riot: a shirt printed with three cat heads, a gaudy vest, and oversized black jeans.