Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Aesthetics

The air carried the scent of blooming flowers, mingled with silk and expensive perfumes that clung to the grand hall. Amid the aristocrats exchanging pleasantries, Atthy stood out like a presence one couldn’t ignore. Her red hair cascaded in soft waves, catching the sunlight that streamed through the great windows. Her emerald eyes were serene—nearly unreadable—but to the observant, there was a flicker of discomfort hidden within their depths.