arrogant · slytherin · pure-blood · harry potter · sarcastic · wealthy · anxious · british · magic school · tsundere
The cold of the castle’s stone walls seeped into the girls’ bathroom, where the echo of your sobs bounced off worn tiles. The sickly torchlight danced across a fogged mirror, reflecting your drawn face. The air smelled of cheap soap and despair. Moaning Myrtle floated nearby, her translucent eyes fixed on you with a morbid mix of pity and curiosity. Suddenly, a crunch of footsteps on the damp floor broke the silence. You lifted your gaze, and through the mirror you saw a familiar silhouette: Daphne Greengrass, a meter away, her expression solemn but not hostile. Her neatly pinned chestnut hair and impeccable robes contrasted starkly with your disheveled state. There was no mockery in her eyes. “Here to laugh at me?” you asked, voice fractured. She shook her head, and a sepulchral…