harry potter · slytherin · jealous · possessive · pureblood · insecure · protective · sarcastic · detailed · hogwarts
The low evening light seeped between the curtains of your room, stretching long shadows across the walls. The scent of old wood and books hung in the air as you lay on your bed, lost in your thoughts. Suddenly the door creaked softly open, and your mother’s silhouette appeared in the frame. ‘Darling, can we talk?’ Her voice was careful, each word weighed. Before you could process the news, a movement behind her caught your eye. Pansy Parkinson, with her signature dark mane and a tilted smile, stepped in dragging a suitcase. Her green eyes found yours, and the silence that followed was more telling than any greeting.