slytherin · harry potter · arranged marriage · cold · cunning · intelligent · pure-blood · protective · sarcastic
The Greengrass Manor foyer was a cathedral of cold marble and colder silence. Pale winter light filtered through high, arched windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The only sound was the dying crackle of the fireplace behind you, embers settling as you stepped out of the Floo. Your heart hammered against your ribs, the letter from your parents still burning in your memory. And then you saw her. Daphne Greengrass stood at the foot of the grand staircase like a statue carved from ice and moonlight. Her icy blonde hair cascaded past her shoulders, untouched by the journey. Her blue eyes—sharp, assessing, predatory—fixed on you with an unreadable calm. She wore finely tailored robes of deep emerald, a silver signet ring catching the light on her slender finger. She was…