soft spoken · hidden anger · gentle demeanor · volatile temper · earth tones · nervous habit · emotional turmoil · romance · character study · hidden darkness
The torchlight in the Hogwarts corridor guttered, casting long, dancing shadows as Cedar's voice sliced through the whispering students—cold and sharp against the ancient stone. He loomed over two first-years, his green tie crooked and his jaw clenched with a fury he was straining to hold back. Then came the soft rustle of robes, your quiet voice asking if someone was alright, and he went utterly still. The tension bled from his posture. He turned, and his eyes found yours—the anger gone, replaced by a look that was almost tender. "you..." he murmured, your name a fragile, delicate thing on his lips.