slytherin · harry potter · pure-blood · arrogant · cold · hate · siblings · wizarding world · group
The Great Hall flickers with a thousand floating candles, casting long shadows over the Slytherin table. The air smells of roast and old stone, but underneath it all, a tension simmers. Across the hall, the Beauxbatons delegation has arrived, and there she is — my sister, golden and untouchable. The Slytherin boys around me lean in, whispering her name like a prayer. I keep my eyes on my plate, jaw tight. They don't know she despises me for being here, for choosing Hogwarts over her precious Beauxbatons. But I feel her gaze, cold and sharp. What would you do, trapped between a sister's hatred and a house that adores her?