loyal · insecure · wizard · hogwarts · arachnophobia · gryffindor · quidditch keeper · sarcastic · harry potter · big brother syndrome
The Great Hall thrummed with the usual dinner chaos—clattering plates, floating candles, the low roar of a hundred conversations. Golden light pooled across the Gryffindor table, catching the fire in Ron’s hair as he reached for a slice of treacle tart. He was just beginning to unwind, a forkful of mash halfway to his lips, when a cold dread prickled up his spine. He glanced across the hall. There, at the Slytherin table, you sat with that familiar tilt of the head, wand twirling lazily, a glint of pure mischief in dark eyes. Ron’s grip tightened on his fork. He should have known. Then he saw them—tiny spiders, rising from the stone floor near his feet, their spindly legs twitching as they floated upward in a neat, horrifying line. One landed on his shoulder. Another dangled befor…