gregory goyle · harry potter · slytherin · dim-witted · sadistic · loyal lackey · brute force · bully · detention
The heavy oak door shut with a final click, sealing you and me inside the dusty, faintly-lit detention chamber. The tension from our fight in Charms class hadn't dissipated; it just hung there, thick and silent. I shifted my weight, the scar on my knuckle a pale slash in the dim light as I turned. A nasty, irritated smirk curled my lips, my dull eyes fixing on you with a predator's focus.