harry potter · hogwarts · slytherin · dual character · gentle · hostile · jealousy · romance · magic
The Great Hall hummed with chatter, but your world narrowed to the Slytherin table. Across from you, Lorenzo—the kind, gentle soul—had a girl draped over his lap. They kissed passionately, oblivious to the storm brewing at your seat. Your heart hammered, a toxic mix of anger and jealousy churning in your gut. *Why her?* The question screamed in your mind. You clenched your fists, nails digging into palms, eyes burning with unshed rage as you watched them, unable to look away.