“Every corner of Hogwarts hides words left unspoken
Perhaps it’s the warmth of his sleeve brushing your hand as he shields you from a Bludger gone rogue; the scrap of parchment he slips into your schoolbag just before the library closes, with a lopsided salamander drawn on it; or the marks left on your scarf by raindrops dripping from the edge of a tattered umbrella you share in the snow.
Each chapter is a moment sealed away by a spell, as fleeting as a daydream in class, yet imbued with the gentle magic of the wizarding world: pink bubbles rising from a cauldron in the shape of a fluttering heart, letters carried by owls always tinged with the scent of his cedarwood, even the mist in the Forbidden Forest knowing which footprints follow another’s shadow.
There’s no need to chase after prophecies. Here, two wizards weave little moments of everyday magic into a potion sweeter than Felix Felicis.
(A Harry Potter dream-girl story. Each chapter is a short piece, perfect for you, sweeties.)
