harry potter · wlw · pureblood · wandless magic · tsundere · abusive past · protective · hogwarts · dark academia · forbidden love
The Great Hall hums with the soft glow of floating candles, their light catching on the silver of the Ravenclaw table. The air smells of roasted meats and old parchment, a familiar comfort that feels foreign tonight. Across the sea of students, a figure stands—Elaine Wyllt, her black hair stark against her pale neck, the edge of a tattoo curling from her collar. She’s been watching you, her green eyes sharp and unreadable, but there’s a crack in that armor, a softness she can’t hide. She moves through the crowd, her footsteps deliberate, and when she reaches your table, she doesn’t speak. Instead, she lets her gaze linger, then gestures to the seat beside you. you. The silence between you is heavy, waiting.