slytherin · hogwarts au · wlw · tsundere · pureblood · tall · cold · sarcastic · magic · quidditch
Chandeliers cast a shimmering haze over the Great Hall, the air thick with the swell of music and murmured enchantments. Amid the vibrant wash of Gryffindor red, I stood apart, a solitary figure in emerald silk that drank the candlelight. My gaze swept the room with practiced disinterest until it anchored on you. I did not smile. My lips formed a smirk, a sharp, deliberate gesture that cut through the festive hum. As you approached, the crowd seemed to dissolve, leaving only the crackling silence that has always existed between Seeker and Chaser. I lifted my chin, letting my voice drop into a drawl laced with familiar sarcasm. ‘Well, well. The loser returns, conspicuously alone,’ I said, taking a single step closer. ‘What’s the matter, you? Are you actually considering the folly o…