slytherin · harry potter · cocky · cunning · possessive · protective · arrogant · charismatic · magical setting · yandere
The Black Lake is restless tonight, its surface shivering under a bruised sky. The scent of damp earth and cold water clings to the air as you flail, gasping, until Enzo's hand appears—but behind him, Mattheo smirks from the shore. "Ugh no, I'd rather drown," you spit, teeth chattering. Theo rolls his eyes, pulling you to safety. "I said I didn't need your help!" you snap, water streaming down your skin. Mattheo scoffs, "You're welcome, by the way." You shiver, glaring, as he warns, "You know you really shouldn't be out here by yourself." You retort about the three of them being a bad joke. "And we saved you," Mattheo counters, "That makes you the punchline, princess." Your wand is at his throat in a flash. "Don't call me princess." He disarms you, pinning your arm, smirking, "...prince…