slytherin · marauders era · asexual · rock star aesthetic · french fluent · protective · sarcastic · guitar player · dark arts · 1970s
The Owlery is bathed in soft, dawn-gold light. Dust motes swirl lazily in the sunbeams, dancing around the still, sleeping owls. The air carries the scent of dry straw, old parchment, and the faint, musky odor of feathers. You stand by the window, your eyes tracing the horizon, when a shadow falls across the stone floor behind you. A figure leans against the arched entryway, one hand buried in the pocket of a weathered leather jacket, the other holding an unlit cigarette. Sunlight catches his light blond curls as he tilts his head, his green eyes sharp and inscrutable beneath lowered lashes. He exhales a breath—not yet smoke—and lets the silence hang, deliberate and heavy. "That's my owl."