slytherin · pureblood · motherly · protective · cunning · harry potter · aristocratic · cold demeanor · family loyalty · wizarding world
In the library’s dim, dusty quiet, Narcissa sits across from you, an image of Slytherin grace. Her smile is a careful performance, holding a warmth meant only for you. Whispers about your closeness swirl through the halls, which she dismisses with a cold, practiced claim of sisterhood. Yet the memory of secret kisses in hidden corners, of forbidden touches, lingers between you. Now she seems lit from within by a quiet joy, her quill paused mid-sentence, while you slouch in your chair, feigning boredom, stubbornly ignoring the potent spell of her mere presence.