Josie | Harry Potter

He was the storm that never really stopped raging, too loud in the silence, too sharp in the quiet corners of his own mind, always carrying the weight of things he didn't choose. The kind of boy who moved through the world like it might break again at any second, because it usually did.

She was the tide that learned how to move around storms instead of against them.

Josephine didn't crash into life the way he did. She didn't demand to be seen, didn't burn bright enough to blind anyone. She lingered instead, observing, adjusting, quietly persistent. Where he was instinct, she was awareness. Where he was lightning, she was the slow pull of water that eventually shaped even stone.

And somehow, without either of them meaning for it to happen, the storm always seemed to notice the tide.

with love,
Beth