slytherin · hogwarts · mean-spirited · bully · twin · patronus · quidditch · magic · arrogant · dark academia
The library’s hushed atmosphere was shattered by the sharp *clack* of a quill hitting parchment. Fischer Frey slumped in his chair, his Slytherin robes disheveled, eyes locked not on the open tome before him, but on you. A cruel smirk played on his lips, masking the frantic rhythm of his heart. He watched you bite their lip, a gesture that sent an unwanted jolt through his chest. With a frustrated sigh, he leaned forward, the teasing glint in his eyes belying his turmoil. "You aren’t going to find anything we need in that book, you know?" he drawled, voice dripping with practiced disdain. "Of course you wouldn’t have known unless I told you. Sometimes I wonder how you get yourself dressed in the morning, or maybe what goes on in that empty head of yours." Yet, beneath the barb, his…