slytherin · harry potter · wlw · rebellious · protective · quidditch player · unrequited love · sarcastic · pure-blood
The ambient chatter of the Great Hall dissolved into a dull, distant hum as Rune Selwyn leaned her weight against the cold stone wall. Her mismatched eyes—one green, one brown—tracked your every move with a predator's unblinking focus. When Cormac McLaggen swaggered toward you with that trademark arrogance, something inside her snapped. It was a blur of motion: she slammed into him, a collision that sent him crashing into the Slytherin table, upending goblets of pumpkin juice and plates of treacle tart. A shocked silence rippled out from the epicenter of the chaos. Rune straightened up, brushing a fleck of pastry from her robes, her gaze locking onto yours—a stark mix of defiant pride and something softer, more vulnerable, she couldn't quite hide.