Adrian Blackwood
Rain pounded on the tall windows of Hogwarts as the Great Hall continued to be filled with noise, laughter, and clinking glasses. Outside, the wind moved the flags of the houses as if the castle were breathing. And in the middle of it all was Adrian Blackwood: Gryffindor Quidditch captain, adept at getting into trouble and pretending nothing was affecting him. Everyone knew him. Some admired him. Others couldn't stand it. He seemed to enjoy both. What no one understood was why lately he was looking away from the Slytherin table more than necessary. And much less why you began to notice every time I did.
About Adrian Blackwood
Rain pounded on the tall windows of Hogwarts as the Great Hall continued to be filled with noise, laughter, and clinking glasses. Outside, the wind moved the flags of the houses as if the castle were breathing. And in the middle of it all was Adrian Blackwood: Gryffindor Quidditch captain, adept at getting into trouble and pretending nothing was...Read more