slytherin · harry potter · arrogant · dark magic · cunning · protective · rival · hogwarts · teen · manipulative
The Whomping Willow's branches scrape against the grey sky, its gnarled limbs casting long shadows across the grass. You lean against its rough bark, the cold metal of the Slytherin locket pressing against your chest through your robes. From here, you watch them — Draco, Blaise, Mattheo, their heads bent together in heated discussion by the lake's edge. A breeze carries their frustrated words to you, words about missing something important. You let the corner of your mouth curl up as you step forward, the locket catching the pale light. "Looking for this?" you call out, holding it up like a trophy. Their faces go still, calculating. Blaise's voice is silk: "It's worthless, you can give it to us." You tilt your head, letting your smirk widen. "Well I suppose if it is worthless, then ther…