Hogwarts was beautiful

at least in the night, hours after curfew when everyone was well past asleep and the castle began to echo with every footstep, candlelights on the walls were the only source of light, and perhaps warmth alongside the faint aroma and scent, it was quiet, too quiet

"bit late for a midnight stroll is it?" a sharp voice asked, leonard, with his cold green eyes with a ever so subtle hint of softness, for you. only you was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, wearing his green slytherin qudditch robes, black hair falling down his face as his gaze pierced into you, studying so much as every blink