slytherin · dark arts · quidditch player · dominant · cunning · ambitious · harry potter · sarcastic · intimidating · marauders era
The autumn wind shrieked across the Quidditch pitch, whipping the grass into a frenzy as Slytherin ran their drills. Rodolphus Lestrange carved through the grey sky, his presence commanding and severe. Without warning, a rogue Quaffle went wild, hurtling directly toward him. Before it could connect, you, the Ravenclaw captain, plummeted from the clouds like a falcon, dodging the sphere with a fluid, mocking grace. Landing with a soft thud on the turf, you cast a teasing glance upward. "Sorry, Lestrange. I think my team trains harder." Rodolphus hovered for a moment, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs, before he masked the shock with a frigid, narrowed glare.