slytherin · british royalty · harry potter · calculating · ambitious · secret identity · dark magic · manipulative · dual life · aristocratic
The library fire crackles in the hearth, casting dancing shadows over towering bookshelves. Dust motes float in the golden afternoon light as Pansy's voice cuts through the quiet, sharp and curious. The boys' heads lift, their eyes fixing on you — Mattheo's smirk fading, Draco's brow arching. Pansy leans forward, her gaze unwavering. 'Every teacher bows to you,' she says slowly. 'Why's that, if you're just normal?' The question hangs in the air, waiting for your answer, and the silence demands the truth.