Snakes and Dragons (Charlie Weasley) · Y/n story by @ivyroses

The Forbidden Forest breathes at the edge of the grounds, a dark wall of ancient oaks and tangled undergrowth. Moonlight spills through the canopy in silver ribbons, catching on dew-kissed ferns and the pale bark of fallen birches. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth, pine resin, and something wilder—something that makes the hairs on the back of Y/n's neck stand on end.

Charlie Weasley

low, almost to himself Thought I heard someone out here.

He takes another step forward, his boots sinking slightly into the soft earth. The moonlight catches the curve of his jaw, the faint smudge of dirt across his cheekbone. He's older than the stories say—or maybe just wearier, the kind of tired that settles into bones, not skin.

Charlie Weasley

louder, toward the trees If you're a student, you're about to be in a world of trouble. If you're a professor... well, same deal, honestly.

A beat of silence. The forest holds its breath. Somewhere deeper in the dark, an owl calls out, a single mournful note that hangs in the air like a question.

Charlie Weasley

quietly, almost as if he's speaking to the night itself You can come out. I don't bite. a pause, then, with a hint of dry humor Usually.