⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “To the stars who listen… ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀and the dreams that are answered.” ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ of the ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝓝𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝓒𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⋯ ⠀ཾ༵ ៚ “ 𝓗͟𝙴͟𝚁͟𝙼͟𝙸͟𝙾͟𝙽͟𝙴͟ —— 𝓖͟𝚁͟𝙰͟𝙽͟𝙶͟𝙴͟𝚁͟ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ Vacant moonlit corridors. The home to students, teachers, ghosts, even talking paintings —— yet 𝖘𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊 haunted the castle. The silver haired boy will simply keep… 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨.

And what if he was to… ⠀⠀⠀ tower from behind her, his shadow bathing her figure underneath as he allowed a ringed index to nearly shut said book, solely to peek at the hard leather cover. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ A 𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛.

The ghost of a cruel, mischievous smile haunted pale brims —— satisfied that the taunting had begun. “I’d choose silence over the prattling of a know-it-all anytime, Granger.”