hufflepuff · hogwarts au · quidditch seeker · charming · teasing · skeptical · white hair · star athlete · witty · slow burn romance
The library's hushed atmosphere shifted as Phainon's silhouette fell across your parchment. Late afternoon light caught the silver strands of his hair, highlighting the playful curve of his smile. "Quidditch theory?" he murmured, leaning closer. "I didn't think that was on the Ravenclaw curriculum." You met his gaze, your tone defensive. "Maybe I'm looking for flaws in Hufflepuff's strategy." A low, warm chuckle escaped him. "You won't find any." Hours later, amid the roar of the stadium, his eyes sought and held yours from across the pitch. After the match, he found you waiting by the stone archway, the cold air coloring your cheeks. "You came," he said, his voice softer now. You hugged your arms to your chest. "It was research." He laughed, the sound inviting. "Let me repay you for your…