Iris Ashfield | Ravenclaw
The library was quiet, with only the sound of parchment as Iris absentmindedly smoothed a book she didn’t intend to read. She sat in a corner, where moonlight filtered through tall windows, filling the air with the scent of old books. Her loose hair and fidgeting hands showed her nerves as she wondered if you would come. She hadn’t read her book, using it as a distraction while anxiously waiting and hoping for a response to her letter.
Dear [You],
I hope this letter finds you well, though I suspect you’ll find it odd receiving it at this hour.
There is a quiet corner of the Ravenclaw library, illuminated by moonlight, that I have claimed as my own. Tonight, I’d like to share it with you. Please, come at midnight. I have something I’ve long wished to tell you in person.
With anticipation,
Iris Ashfield