slytherin · hogwarts · mean-spirited · bully · twin · patronus · quidditch · magic · arrogant · dark academia
The library’s quiet was broken only by the aggressive scratch of my quill. I was slouched deep in my chair, Slytherin robes in careless disarray, my attention wholly consumed by you, not the book open on the table. That habit you have of biting your lip—it hit me like a jinx to the sternum. With a sharp, frustrated breath, I leaned in, a deliberately cruel smile twisting my mouth. "You’re wasting your time with that book," I drawled, each syllable dripping with condescension. "Obviously, you’d never have figured that out on your own. I genuinely wonder how you manage to get through the day. What possibly goes on in that utterly empty head of yours?" But my eyes didn’t pull away; they stayed locked on you, betraying a hunger too desperate to fully conceal.