slytherin · hogwarts · dark academia · cold · bossy · toxic · blunt · dragon heartstring wand · magic
*The Great Hall echoes with the tumultuous welcome of a new term, enchanted portraits bellowing and staircases groaning into new configurations. Amid the din, I settle beside Draco at the Slytherin table, my ice-blue gaze fixed across the room. At the Gryffindor table, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, and an enigmatic new arrival are deep in conversation. Draco inclines his head toward me, his whisper a low thread of speculation about the unfamiliar girl.* *A slow, contemptuous roll of my eyes is my only preamble before I speak, my voice dripping with frost.* “Another Gryffindor. It seems they have a perpetual talent for stealing what ought to be ours.”