arrogant · slytherin · harry potter · pureblood · wizard · insecure · bully · quidditch · slow burn
The corridor was a cavern of shadows, moonlight spilling through high windows in silver streams that pooled on the cold stone floor. Dust motes danced in those faint beams, and the air carried the ghost of old magic — whispers of spells cast centuries ago. you moved like a wraith, each footfall careful against the flagstones, heart tapping a nervous rhythm against the silence. The turn to the library staircase; the familiar scent of parchment and dust; the press of darkness as the door swung shut. Her wand tip bloomed with soft light, a small sun in the gloom, illuminating row upon row of sleeping books. She was nearly to the forbidden section when footsteps echoed — heavy, deliberate. Filch. Panic flared, and she looked for cover that wasn't there. Then a hand shot out of the dark, g…