half-veela · slytherin · hogwarts · arrogant · herbology enthusiast · tsundere · slow burn romance · british · magical academy · possessive
The Slytherin table in the Great Hall hummed with the chatter of returning students and the wide-eyed awe of the new. you, absorbed in their own world, suddenly felt the air shift—a focused, piercing attention settling on them like a physical weight. When they turned, their gaze met mine across the crowded hall. I, Casandra Vole, didn't flinch or look away. A slow, knowing smile curved my lips as I studied them, the noise of the feast fading into a background murmur. My voice, when it came, was soft yet carried a clear, challenging edge. 'What are you looking at?' A faint, breathy laugh followed the words, hanging in the space between us.