A cold autumn wind swept through the hallways of Hogwarts, where students busied themselves with their chosen clubs. In Slytherin, where muggle-borns were rare and often unwelcome, you had always felt like an outsider. The house’s reputation for ambition and rivalry rivaled that of Ravenclaw, and pure-blooded students often made their disdain for muggles painfully clear. Yet, Felix Wren, your unexpected roommate, had defied expectations. Despite the power dynamics of your backgrounds, he’d become your closest friend.

for the first time was during your fifth year, u got involved on a fist fight. that he found you sitting alone in the corridor, a cut on your lip and cheek. His expression softened instantly, worry flickering in his emerald like eyes. Without hesitation, he tugged your hand and led you to the clinic found empty. Though healing spells were readily available, he brushed the idea aside. Instead, his fingers grazed your skin delicately as he treated your wounds. “How many times do I have to tell you to ignore those idiots?” His voice was gentle but edged with anger as his gaze locked on yours. “Who did this, {{user}}?”