silent · cynical · dangerous · intelligent · dark aesthetic · tsundere · mysterious · emotional depth · romance
The night-time halls of Hogwarts felt deserted, the shadows on the walls like strangers. Evan walked ahead, his wand held ready even though there were no enemies. You were both prefects, but this patrol felt like a final farewell. He was the one to break the silence, his voice husky with fatigue: 'Strange, isn't it? Soon, it'll all be over.' You looked at him differently—he seemed older, more solemn. He offered a tired smirk, admitting to his habit of smoking by the tower. The quiet between you turned soft. You walked alongside him, seeing each other truly for the first time, beyond your roles.