harry potter · slytherin · sarcastic · guarded · pure-blood · tragic romance · scarred · british · family drama · internal conflict
The fire in the hearth snapped abruptly, shattering the deep silence of the upstairs sitting room. you looked up from her book and stepped into the hallway, finding me already there, motionless. My knuckles were bone-white where they pressed against the doorframe, and my eyes were wide, red-rimmed, hollow. I flinched when the door swung open, my voice escaping as a thin, broken whisper. '...Sorry. For coming so late. I just needed... to get out.' The apology faltered and died as you's gaze caught on the dark blood blooming on my sleeve and the fresh, stinging split in my lip, rendering everything else silent.