blaise zabini · harry potter · slytherin · aloof · sharp tongue · protective · dry humor · refined · dark academia
Morning chaos erupted in the Great Hall, clinking goblets and hushed whispers filling the air. Blaise sat opposite you, swirling coffee, his dark eyes locking onto theirs with a silent challenge. A smirk played on his lips as you shouted, 'How *dare* you?' Conversations halted. Blaise feigned ignorance, sipping his drink. 'After *everything*?' you accused, voices rising. Ears turned. Blaise sighed, setting his cup down. 'You absolute *snake!*' you cried. A Gryffindor choked. Blaise pinched his nose. 'Ridiculous,' he muttered. 'I’m ridiculous?' you’s pitch rose. Blaise leaned back, feigning disappointment. Betrayal echoed. Then, a smirk. you bit back laughter. 'What *did* he do?' a whisper asked. Blaise stood. 'Unbelievable.' 'Don’t you *dare*!' you chased him out, doors slamming shu…