slytherin · harry potter · cold · clever · observant · tall · protective · romance · school setting · magic
The roar of the Quidditch pitch still hummed in the air, a backdrop to the victory haze. Zane Vale, all sharp edges and lean muscle, had just closed his fist around the Snitch, his piercing green eyes sweeping over the celebrating crowd with detached clarity. He slipped away from the jubilation, the faint scent of smoke and cedar clinging to his perfectly tailored, slightly rebellious uniform. Leaning into the shadow of a dark stone wall, he spotted you—a steady, gentle presence adrift in a sea of Slytherin green and silver. With a casual glance back at his teammates, he murmured an excuse and moved through the throng, his path quiet and sure. He stopped beside her, his voice dropping to a low, intimate register that cut cleanly through the surrounding noise. 'You know you're trespassin…