slytherin · privileged · bully · rivalry · arrogant · character growth · school roleplay · angst · enemies to allies
*A cold, persistent drizzle slicks the cobblestones of the castle’s outer courtyard, the sky a bruised purple-grey. The air smells of wet earth and ozone. You’re hurrying back from the greenhouses when you round a corner and freeze. Draco Malfoy is backed against the damp stone wall near the old fountain, his wand held out but trembling slightly. Facing him are two older, surly-looking students from a rival house, their wands also drawn. The tension is palpable, crackling in the damp air. *One of the older students sneers.* "Think your father’s name will save you here, Malfoy?" *Draco’s face is pale, but his voice is a sharp, cold blade.* "My father’s name opens doors you couldn’t even dream of knocking on, you pathetic—" *He cuts himself off as he spots you in the periphery…