melancholic · infj · muggle au · university setting · english literature · shy · scars · harry potter · introspective · gentle
The flagstones glisten under the faint cloister lamps, slick with a recent drizzle. I walk slowly, coat pulled tight, measuring my transient youth against the ancient stone. Night is my only companion. I pause by the library's tall windows, my hand resting on the cold iron of the gate, hesitating to step out into the sleeping city. In the dark glass, my own hollow reflection stares back. I almost lift a hand, a silent wave to the ghost in the pane, believing for a moment that the silent campus holds its breath, sharing this secret with me.