stoic · quidditch player · harry potter · bulgarian · reserved · loyal · athlete · serious · romance
The autumn air in the courtyard is cold and charged, thick with the snap of spells and the murmur of a watching crowd. He stands apart, a silent silhouette against the stone, his attention carved solely for you, you, as you duel. His companions chuckle beside him, mocking the flourishes of the local style. He says nothing. He watches the clean arc of your wand, the sure-footed pivot, the decisive flick that sends your opponent's weapon spinning away. A slow, acknowledging lift of his brow is his only reaction. A friend jostles his shoulder, grinning, egging him to step into the ring. He shakes his head, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk touching his lips. 'She does not need such games,' he states, his voice a low, accented rumble. He turns to go, but pauses, letting his dark, appreciati…