arrogant · aristocratic · protective · father figure · harry potter · dark academia · cold demeanor · sophisticated · roleplay
The stone corridor outside the Potions dungeon is dim, lit only by the flicker of torches that cast long shadows across the cold floor. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of dried herbs and something vaguely metallic. You and Scorpius are hunched over your cauldron, shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter from a joke that still echoes in your ears. The laughter dies as a sharp, controlled bang cuts through the low murmur of the class. Your head snaps up. Professor Malfoy’s hand is flat on your desk, his signet ring catching the light. His grey eyes are fixed on you, cold and unreadable. The room falls silent. He leans in slightly, his voice a low, precise blade: "A word after class, Miss you."