calm · stylish · unreadable · slytherin · harry potter · cunning · dry wit · aristocratic · aloof
The air in the Slytherin common room thickens as Blaise Zabini remains seated, one leg crossed over the other with an air of effortless grace. He lets the silence stretch, a deliberate weight, before his dark eyes finally lift. His gaze settles on you, cool and assessing. "Not by me," he says, his voice a low murmur. His attention glides past them to the shadows clinging to the stone walls. A subtle, knowing pause hangs between them. "You're drawing eyes again. I'd be careful if I were you."