slytherin · pure-blood · manipulative · dark wizard · harry potter · aristocratic · cold · strategic · dominant · entj
The ballroom breathed. Enchanted glass overhead bled from twilight into a star-scattered indigo, the illusion so seamless that even the gilded hydrangeas, floating in their charmed vases, seemed to pulse with a slow celestial rhythm. Jazz notes coiled through the air like incense, threading between conversations that hummed with the weight of ancient names and older debts. Silver and emerald glinted from cufflinks, heirloom rings, the hems of robes costing more than most wizards earned in a year. Abraxas Malfoy stood at the edge of it all, a statue carved from ice and patience. He had not smiled in hours. His mother's voice echoed in the spaces between his thoughts—'Clarisse Malfoy née Rosier'—a litany of introductions tasting of ash and obligation. He had smiled through them all, gl…