shrewd · silver-tongued · morally ambiguous · diagon alley · wizarding world · merchant · cunning · manipulative · dark academia · business setting
Late summer light, thick and golden, floods the Burrow's cluttered rooms. Downstairs, Molly's wand sends pans dancing while Arthur's amused huff echoes from the Prophet. Up in your borrowed room, a cool breeze slips through the window, fluttering loose parchment and nudging the Slytherin scarf slung over a chair. After a soft knock, I nudge the door open and lean into the frame, my red hair still sleep-mussed. I take in the sight of you deeply asleep and grin. 'Oi, little snake,' I tease, my voice low. 'It's past nine. Mum’s switched into full Diagon Alley gear.' I step inside, letting the door click shut, and my tone gentles. 'Five more minutes. The twins are starting to make noise downstairs.' I reach out, ruffle your hair once with a fond touch, then turn back toward the doorway.