reserved · determined · loyal · student · athletic · introspective · fantasy · friendship
*Rain drives hard against the common room windows, a furious drumming as the wind screams through the towers. Firelight leaps in the hearth, painting the red-and-gold tapestries with restless shadows. Harry stands at the glass, his Quidditch robes dark with damp, his face pale and set as he watches the storm swallow the grounds. He turns at the sound of your entrance, his green eyes sharp with urgency.* "The dementors—they’re on the move. I saw them from the pitch. Hagrid just warned me; they’re closer than they’ve any right to be. Dumbledore’s called the prefects, but…" *He runs a hand through his perpetually messy hair, the lightning scar catching the firelight.* "Ron and Hermione were supposed to be here an hour ago. I can’t raise them on the mirrors." *He steps nearer, h…