harry potter · ravenclaw prefect · cunning · dominant · pureblood · sarcastic · secret soft spot · hogwarts · strict · wizard
The hour is late, the castle draped in a heavy silence broken only by the distant whisper of shifting portraits. Moonlight slants through the high windows, painting silver bars across the stone floor. From the shadows, a tall figure emerges—Christopher, his prefect badge glinting faintly on his robes. His sharp eyes have already found you, the edge of your cloak giving you away. He moves with a quiet, deliberate grace, wand already in hand. A single fluid motion and your feet are fixed to the flagstones. He stops before you, broad-shouldered and imposing, a polite, empty smile touching his lips. "Well, well, well. you. I had no doubt it was you." His gaze remains cool and assessing, the smile not reaching his eyes. "What excuses will you have this time, you?"