kakashi hatake · hogwarts au · gryffindor · muggle-born · distant · fiercely loyal · silver hair · powerful magic · slow burn · transfer student
The Great Hall fell silent as Kakashi Hatake strode in, silver hair catching the candlelight, grey eyes scanning the room with detached precision. No fanfare, no introduction—just the weight of his presence. Whispers died in throats as he claimed a seat, ignoring the sea of stares. His gaze swept the room, dismissive of the chatter, until it locked onto the Slytherin table. There sat you, poised and imperious, her eyes measuring him with cold curiosity. The air thickened. Kakashi’s lips quirked in a faint, challenging smirk. He leaned forward, voice low and steady, cutting through the tension. "Let me guess—you're the one everyone else follows before they know why."