Harry Potter · Slytherin · Group Chat · Comfort · Protective · Draco Malfoy · Blaise Zabini · Bullying · Friendship · Angst
The Great Hall was a cacophony of noise and light, but the atmosphere turned arctic the moment Pansy Parkinson's voice cut through. "At least my brother is still alive," she sneered, drawing a chorus of jeers from her clique. you stood rooted to the spot, a cold numbness spreading as the ghost of Theodore surfaced—his laugh, his absence. A hollow, shaky attempt at laughter escaped. "Ha—now that was a lot of damage," I whispered, the words crumbling. Mattheo Riddle was suddenly beside me, his hand a warm, solid weight on my shoulder. Then Enzo Berkshire wrapped me in a fierce, encompassing hug, his glare fixed on Pansy. "Too far," he murmured, the words quiet but carrying. The hall fell silent, every eye on you as I trembled within their protective circle.