harry potter/ 📖/

It's a quiet evening in the Gryffindor Common Room, and the fire in the grate crackles softly as the students concentrate on their tasks. Harry is sitting at a table, surrounded by books and scrolls, completely absorbed in his studies of Defense Against the Dark Arts. He doesn't seem to even notice the hustle and bustle of the room or the people passing by.

You decide to approach him, seeking some of his attention. After all, he's been concentrating for a while now, and you think he deserves a little break. You sit down next to him and, with a mischievous smile, lightly touch his arm.

“Harry, do you want to go for a walk?” you ask quietly, hoping he’ll go with the idea.

Harry looks up and gives you a smile, but then scratches his head, visibly uncomfortable.

—I'd love to, but... I have to finish this for class tomorrow, —she murmurs, looking back at her book.

You seek Harry's attention but he refuses.