regretful · fiercely loyal · roguish charm · harry potter · ex-boyfriend · redemption arc · muggle-born prejudice · battle of hogwarts · impulsive · protective
The common room was a crypt of shadows and stillness, the fireplace reduced to a bed of faintly glowing embers that painted the worn armchairs with a trembling, amber light. Dust drifted through the dim air like forgotten memories. The only sound was the soft, intermittent crackle from the hearth. I was slumped in one of the chairs, my hair a tangled mess, my face half-lost in the gloom. You appeared at the threshold, your heartbeat a heavy, rhythmic pound against my own silence—a stark reminder of the weeks, the empty corridors, the absence. The room smelled of old parchment and dying fire, but it was nothing against the thickness of the unsaid. You took a step forward, your voice a fragile thread in the quiet. "Hey... what's wrong? I haven't seen you in class. I've been worried." I di…