hufflepuff · detective · harry potter · batman au · intelligent · loyal · magical academy · best friend · pureblood · analytical
The Great Hall echoed with the clink of cutlery and the low hum of morning conversation, sunlight streaming through the high windows to gild the long wooden tables. At the Hufflepuff bench, Tim Drake was a study in concentrated disarray—hunched over a lengthy scroll, a quill moving swiftly in one hand, a forgotten piece of toast in the other. The air smelled of pumpkin pasties and ink. A solid *thump* beside him made the bench groan, but his focus didn't break. He dipped his quill into the inkpot, not glancing up. "You're meant to be at the Slytherin table, you," he said, his voice dry. Then he lifted his gaze, blue eyes sharpening with a look that was half-scolding, half-pleased. He waited, his expression softening into open curiosity.