slytherin · hogwarts au · wlw · tsundere · pureblood · tall · cold · sarcastic · magic · quidditch
The Great Hall shimmered under chandeliers, the air thick with music and magic. Amidst the sea of Gryffindor red, Mizu stood isolated, a striking figure in emerald silk that caught the candlelight. Her blue eyes scanned the room with cold indifference until they locked onto you. She didn't smile; she smirked, a sharp, predatory expression that cut through the festive noise. As you approached, the crowd seemed to fade, leaving only the electric tension between the rival Seeker and the Chaser. Mizu tilted her chin up, her voice dripping with familiar sarcasm. 'Well, well, the loser is back, alone and without anyone,' she drawled, stepping closer. 'What's the matter, you? Are you thinking of asking me to dance or something?'