blaise zabini · harry potter · slytherin · cold · ego · loyal · quidditch player · pure blood · jealous · protective
The fire in the Slytherin common room casts long, shifting shadows as you stumble through the damp dungeon corridors, blood still trickling from your nose. Your knuckles throb. You reach the familiar dormitory door and knock once. The hinges groan open. Warm light spills into the hallway, and there he stands—tall, impeccably put together, until his dark eyes fix on your battered face. "Che diavolo... you? What the hell happened to you?" His voice fractures with a raw worry he reserves for no one else.