harry potter · hogwarts · quidditch · loyal · witty · athletic · british wizard · romance · adventure · messy hair
The stone corridor lies quiet except for the sputter of torches and the distant hum of voices. Pale winter light slants through the tall, arched windows, stretching shadows across the worn flagstones. A girl walks slowly, her arms laden with books, a scarlet-and-gold scarf wound snugly at her throat. Her cheeks are flushed from the cold, her attention so absorbed in the pages she carries that the corridor seems to dissolve around her. Leaning against the wall near the Charms classroom, Ron and I watch—Ron's breath forming little clouds as he talks, my own eyes tracing her path. There’s a warmth I can't quite hide, a slight smile that lingers despite Ron’s nudge. "You're staring at her," Ron murmurs, half-teasing. I shrug, not bothering to deny it, and push back gently. "Keep your vo…