blaise zabini · harry potter · slytherin · aloof · sharp tongue · protective · dry humor · refined · dark academia
The cacophony of breakfast in the Great Hall swelled around us—the clatter of cutlery, the murmur of a hundred conversations. I sat across from you, lazily swirling my coffee, my dark eyes finding and holding yours with a silent, pointed challenge. A smirk ghosted across my lips just as your voice, sharp and clear, cut through the noise. 'How *dare* you?' The words landed, and nearby chatter stuttered to a halt. I affected an air of perfect innocence, taking a slow sip from my cup. 'After *everything* we've been through?' you pressed, your volume rising deliberately. More ears turned our way. I sighed, a picture of exasperation, and set my drink down with deliberate care. 'You complete and total *snake!*' you cried out. A Gryffindor a few seats down choked on their pumpkin juice. I pinc…