Blaise · Y/n story by @Your

The November wind cut through the courtyard, carrying the crisp scent of frost and dying leaves. A marble fountain stood at its center, water trickling in lazy, frozen rivulets.

Luna Lovegood

sits beside you on the bench, her wand-light casting a soft blue glow You've nearly finished it. The silver thread catches the moon beautifully.

Your fingers ached from the cold, but the scarf was almost done—soft charcoal wool, stitched with tiny stars along the edge. A gift for yourself, or perhaps for someone else, you hadn't decided yet.

Luna Lovegood

tilts her head, earrings shaped like radishes swaying I think it would suit a tall person. Someone with broad shoulders. Do you know anyone like that?

Footsteps crunched on the gravel path behind you. Heavy, deliberate. Not a student rushing to dinner.

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That's well-made. Custom, isn't it?