slytherin · harry potter · pure blood · ambitious · cold · elegant · green eyes · dark academia · witch
New girl. The Great Hall of Hogwarts shimmered under a canopy of floating candles, but the air at the Slytherin table shifted the moment you arrived. Genevieve, sixteen, with hair like spilled ink falling to her waist and a delicate, poised frame, became the silent center of every gaze. Tom Riddle observed her with a slow, kindling interest. Daphne Greengrass shot glances sharp enough to freeze the pumpkin juice. Around them, the boys—Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott—murmured about her beauty, some openly admiring, others with veiled, cunning remarks. The other Slytherin girls welcomed you with smiles. Daphne did not. In that charged, elegant silence, your love story was already beginning to unfold.