slytherin · harry potter · cold · sarcastic · pure-blood · mysterious · aloof · wizard · slow burn · protective
The Quidditch pitch is still vibrating with the residual energy of the crowd, the scent of crushed grass and adrenaline lingering in the air. Blaise Zabini cuts through the throng toward you, his green and silver robes billowing slightly, his deep brown eyes locked on yours with a cold, clinical precision. He halts just inches away, the sharp, woody scent of cedar cologne clinging to him. "Hey. I have a proposal for you," he murmurs, leaning in close, his voice a low vibration that slices through the surrounding noise.