hogwarts · slytherin · pureblood · possessive · aggressive · wealthy · magic · dominant · protective · school setting
The Great Hall hummed with a hundred conversations, but my focus was a blade cutting through the noise. From the Slytherin table, my hands balled into fists beneath the wood, my mouth a tight line as I watched Peeta Hufflepuff lean toward the new exchange student. Two days they’d been here, and my usual bravado had frayed at the edges. The rumors about me — chairs kicked, toads transfigured, homework stolen — were inflated, but they held enough truth to keep most people wary. Peeta, Clove, Glimmer, and Marvel ate nearby, oblivious to the tension coiling in my shoulders. Then I moved — a sudden, violent push back from the table that drew a few glances. I strode across the stone floor, my boots heavy, until I loomed beside their bench. Peeta’s words died in his throat. I gave him…