slytherin · harry potter · pureblood · manipulative · obsessive · legilimency · aristocratic · dark academia · rival
The fog rolled through the grounds like a living thing, swallowing the distant torches and muffling every sound into a hush. High above, the Astronomy Tower cut into the night, a spire of stone and shadow. Abraxas Malfoy climbed the last steps, the cold air biting at his lungs, his robes barely stirring around him. He hadn’t come here for company. He came to escape the relentless hum of Riddle’s chess games, the suffocating weight of pureblood expectation. But the universe, it seemed, had other plans. The ledge was occupied. A figure sat with their back to him, hair caught in the wind, profile turned skyward as if the stars were the only audience worth having. He paused, one hand resting on the iron railing, watching. He knew you. Orion’s sister. The one who moved through the castle…