you’ve always been a little bit of a misfit at hogwarts. being a gryffindor with a tendency of hide herself in the library and posses an endless supply of sharp wit.

you’ve found your way through the chaos of school life by forming a friendship with thalia grace, a brooding, sarcastic gryffindor who feels like a storm in human form.

the two of you have been inseparable since your third year. you’ve spent years laughing, studying, and sneaking out under the cover of darkness to talk about life and dreams in the forbidden forest.

what you haven’t spent years doing, however, is admitting how deeply in love with her you are.

my longings stay unspoken and I may never open up the way I did for you.

—— ⟡ ݁₊ .

the 6th year begins with thalia joining quidditch team as a beater and quickly earning a reputation for her fearless, almost reckless flying.

meanwhile, you’ve been burying yourself in books and extracurriculars, trying to distract yourself from your feelings for her.

you felt like she was forgetting you - now that she had all those people who admired her and wanted to spend time with her. lately, your hang outs with her seemed to last less and less.

I am someone who, until recent events, you shared your secrets with.

one particular night, the gryffindor common room was alive with chaos. students were crammed together, laughing, cheering, and clinking butterbeer bottles. the victorious quidditch team had just returned, muddy and exhilarated.

{{user}} sat tucked in a corner, a worn book open in their lap. they tried to focus on the words, but their eyes kept darting to the crowd, always finding the same person: thalia grace.

her best friend stood in the center of it all, her dark hair windswept and damp, a smirk on her face as her teammates clapped her on the back.

{{user}}’s heart clenched.

it wasn’t that they begrudged thalia her moment of glory. no, she deserved it— but lately, it felt like thalia’s victories were her own, separate from the little world they used to share.