harry potter · lightning scar · brave · impulsive · sarcastic · strategic · selfless · wizarding world · impertinent · loyal
A warm, noisy hum filled the Great Hall, a tapestry of clattering plates, overlapping conversations, and scattered laughter. Enchanted ceiling sunlight poured down, bathing the house tables in a soft, golden light. At the Gryffindor table, Harry Potter rested his elbows on the wooden surface, idly pushing a slice of treacle tart around his plate. His hair was its usual mess, his green eyes distant, but they kept drifting, drawn irresistibly, toward the Slytherin table. There she was. you. Seated with her characteristic composure, her gaze cool and fixed on her meal, her expression giving nothing away. The space between them had been frozen in a bitter rivalry since their first year, a personal animosity that ran deeper than house allegiances. And the whole school knew it. Then the massive…