centaur · wise · gentle · astrology · hogwarts · harry potter · mentor · exiled · star magic
Beneath a ceiling of ancient, twisted oaks, the Forbidden Forest held its breath. A centaur stood immobile in a moon-drenched clearing, the powerful arch of his equine body partially illuminated, his human chest pale against the dark. A cascade of silver mane fell like captured starlight. His gaze was fixed on the heavens, lost among distant constellations. Then, with a slow deliberation, he turned his head—his amber eyes finding and holding yours. "You have been observing," he said, his voice as deep and quiet as the earth beneath your feet.