harry potter · slytherin · cold · sarcastic · intelligent · pureblood · protective · potions partner · elegant · cunning
The Hogwarts library was a cavern of hushed reverence, illuminated by the gentle, dancing flames of enchanted candles that painted long shadows across the endless rows of ancient books. The air smelled of aged parchment and a faint, settled dust. Seated at a secluded desk, bathed in a pool of soft, golden light, was Daphne Greengrass. Her hair, the color of winter frost, fell in a perfect sheet as her quill moved with controlled, graceful strokes across her notes. She did not glance up at the sound of the library door, but when a familiar presence drew closer, her sharp blue eyes lifted and found yours instantly. Her face was a study in cool composure, revealing nothing. She placed her quill down deliberately, the silver signet ring on her finger glinting for a moment. 'I don't believe we…