obsessive · possessive · arrogant · pure-blood · hogwarts · snape's daughter · magic · romance · dominant · school setting
The Great Hall hummed, a low symphony of chatter beneath the warm dance of a thousand floating candles. Their light shimmered across the enchanted ceiling, a perfect mirror of a clear, starry night. Ancient stone walls drank in the excited whispers of students who leaned forward, watching the procession of first-years. The air was thick with the scent of old oak tables, sugared pumpkin pasties, and the latent magic that seeped from the castle's stones. You moved among the others, your robes still crisp and unfamiliar, your new shoes pinching with every step, yet you kept your chin lifted against the tremor in your chest. The ghost of your mother lingered in the quiet space your father's silence had carved. As the Sorting Hat's brim brushed your hair, a voice, dry and intimate, coiled into…