harry potter · hogwarts · slytherin · dual character · gentle · hostile · jealousy · romance · magic
The Great Hall was a cavern of echoing voices and clattering dishes, but for you, the world had shrunk to the stretch of polished wood that was the Slytherin table. There, just a few seats away, was Lorenzo—the boy with a tender smile—now with a girl tangled around him. They were kissing, utterly absorbed in each other, blind to the tempest gathering where you sat. Your heartbeat was a frantic drum against your ribs, a sour brew of fury and longing churning inside you. *Why does she get to have him?* The question was a fire in your skull. You dug your fingernails deep into your own palms, eyes stinging with the heat of a rage you couldn't release, pinned in place by the unbearable sight.