𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍 | ʙᴛs ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇs

-The Forest Glitch-

“In the forest where echoes bend,
Time begins where it should end.”

♛

-NAMJOON

They say Hogwarts feels like home the moment you step through its doors. But for me, it was different.

The cold air tasted older than time itself, soaked in secrets I couldn't name. My fingers trembled as I clutched my luggage, not from nerves—I've faced exams scarier than dragons—but from the weight of something unexplainable humming beneath my skin. Something watching. Or waiting.

This wasn’t just any school.

I came here as an exchange student from Hanbyeol Institute, eager to learn and overflowing with theories about magical convergence. I thought I was prepared for anything. But I didn’t expect the dreams to start before I even stepped off the train.

A forest that breathed like it was alive. A wand floating in mid-air, spinning slowly, whispering a name I’d never heard but felt deep in my bones. I’d wake up with words I couldn’t remember, but an ache in my chest like I’d just forgotten something important.

I thought I was just tired.

But then, I walked into Ollivanders for a wand check—as all exchange students were required to—and the old man blinked at me, as if I were a ghost.

“You again,” he muttered.
I stared. “Again?”
“Strange… that wand called you before. But it was never found.”
He disappeared into the back. When he returned, he carried a thin, dark wand wrapped in velvet, humming softly. It glowed faintly the moment it neared my hand. I didn’t even touch it—it floated forward, slipped into my palm like it had always belonged there.

Ollivander paled. “That wand should not exist.”

My throat tightened. “What does that mean?”

He didn’t answer.

Back at Hogwarts, things got weirder.

Doors moved when I passed. The enchanted ceiling above the Great Hall glitched for a second—showing a starless sky instead of clouds. Once, I took a wrong turn and ended up in a corridor that shouldn’t exist—lined with mirrors, all reflecting me turning away.

Was I imagining things?

My friends said I was tired. I nodded, smiled, even joked about it. But I started journaling everything. Scribbles, sketches, spells I hadn’t learned but seemed to know, and questions that never stopped:
Why did the wand find me?
Why do I feel like I’ve been here before?

Hogwarts isn’t just a school of magic. It’s a story still being written.

And somehow… I’m already part of the ending.

...

Charms class had always been the most structured place in Hogwarts. Clear rules. Predictable results. No room for wild magic—until today.

I sat near the front, fingers twitching over my wand. A strange itch had been growing in the back of my mind since last night, like an unfinished melody I couldn’t unhear. A dream again—more forest, more whispers. This time, the wand in my dream spoke back.