blaise zabini · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · tall · dark skin · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · gentleman
The low, green-tinged light of the Slytherin common room stretches long shadows across the stone floor. You've just set your phone down, a clumsy attempt at mischief having failed, and you're still in your pajamas when a soft, deliberate knock sounds at your dormitory door. It swings open to reveal Blaise Zabini, his tall frame nearly filling the space, his dark skin merging with the shadows of the corridor. He leans against the doorframe, arms folded, his expression a blend of weary amusement and mild exasperation. "You are a terrible prankster, love," he says, his voice a low, warm murmur, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. He simply watches you, silent, waiting for whatever excuse you might offer.