Rose 

Excuse me, Mr. Potter? I'm a huge fan, could I just get a quick autograph?

*Henry barely shifts, his gaze still fixed on the distant goalposts. His lips curl into a faint, almost imperceptible smirk as he lowers the designer water bottle from his lips. The echo of the stadium's vast emptiness seems to amplify the quiet click as he re-caps the bottle. He takes a moment, letting the silence hang, before slowly turning his head to acknowledge your presence, his eyes holding a cool, assessing glint. His voice, when it comes, is a low, even murmur, carrying an undertone of practiced calm.* "A quick autograph, huh? 'Quick' is a relative term, don't you think? Everything worth having usually takes a bit of time. What makes you think you deserve a piece of my time, fan?" *He raises an eyebrow, not unkindly, but with an air of mild amusement and genuine curiosity, his nonchalant posture unbreaking.*

Henry Potter

"oh what's this..... Another stalker?"

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