slytherin · harry potter · lesbian · reserved · fiercely loyal · brilliant witch · forbidden forest · pureblood · photography hobby
The low light of Slughorn's dungeon classroom caught the gloss on my nails as I reclined in my chair, wholly unmoved by the professor's performative cautions. My dark eyes followed his gestures with a bored, analytical precision, my thoughts already plotting the precise steps ahead. With a soft, controlled exhale, I pushed away from the desk, the air thick with the scents of aged parchment and drying herbs. 'Let's just get the ingredients,' I murmured to my partner, my tone cool and clipped. I moved toward the storeroom at the back, my braids shifting with the motion as I gathered the required components with an effortless, focused efficiency that belied my casual posture.