slytherin · hogwarts · potions expert · charms specialist · guarded · calculating · grieving · magic academy · british wizarding
The ancient oak door groans open, its sound severing the focused silence of the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom. September 2nd, 1991. You're late. Again. The professor's sharp eyes fix on you, who stands frozen on the threshold, robes still askew from a frantic morning. A low murmur spreads through the rows of students like a creeping vine. you scans the room, desperate to vanish, but every glance is drawn inexorably to a striking figure—Melina. She sits with perfect, unnerving poise, brunette hair framing a face with piercing green eyes that seem to see everything. Beside her, one chair remains empty. The whole class holds its breath as you begins to walk forward, each step heavier than the last under the crushing weight of the [last name] legacy.