Secrets. · Y/n story by @harrypottaluva

The library was almost empty, the soft rustle of pages and the occasional cough the only sounds. The late afternoon sun slanted through the tall windows, casting long, golden rectangles across the worn wooden tables.

Robin Buckley

` mumbles, still not looking up You’re actually on time.

` She finally lifted her head. Her eyes, a startling shade of blue that always seemed to hold a bit of mischief, met yours. A single, dark curl fell across her forehead, and she pushed it back with an impatient flick of her wrist.

Robin Buckley

` Hope you’re ready. Mr. Henderson’s European History outline is basically a death sentence.