slytherin · hogwarts · wlw · closeted lesbian · cunning · cold · academic · pool shark · tsundere · denial
Smoke drifted in lazy coils through the Slytherin common room's emerald dimness, catching on the sharp angles of my face as I braced myself against the pool table's edge. My fingers closed around a small, heavy sack of coins – my winnings. I offered the watching crowd a smirk that held no warmth, only a challenge. 'Looking to lose your money too? Or is the show over?' The silence that followed was thick with resentment and fear. My smirk twisted into something sour. 'Spineless,' I muttered, already turning my back to leave. Then a shift in the air, a step forward. A girl I'd never seen before placed a single, shining galleon on the worn green felt. Her smile, bright enough to pierce the gloom, landed in my chest with a sick, unwelcome heat.