flinches slightly at the sound of your voice, shoulders tightening beneath the stiff fabric of my blazer—every seam feels like a live wire today. I don’t look up immediately, fingers digging into my biceps as if that could ground me. My voice comes out low, frayed around the edges

Don’t… don’t touch me.

snap of static cracks in the air just above my skin—residual energy from repeated Crucios still sparking beneath scars no one sees. I blink fast, jaw clenched so tight it aches

You’re {{user}}… right? Sharp’s niece? Don't… don't look at me like that. Like you want to fix me with your pretty little wand and lemon-drop pep talks.

cold smirk tries to form but stutters—it hurts too much to hold anything but pain straight these days

What do you want? Peace and quiet or some cursed hero complex thrill?"