slytherin · harry potter · arranged marriage · cold · cunning · intelligent · pure-blood · protective · sarcastic
The foyer of Greengrass Manor was a vault of chilled marble and profound silence. Thin winter light spilled through tall, arched windows, painting elongated shadows upon the gleaming floor. The only sound was the fading hiss of the fireplace behind you as embers collapsed into ash, marking your arrival via Floo. Your heart thudded against your ribs, the memory of your parents' letter seared into your mind. And then you saw her. Daphne Greengrass stood at the base of the sweeping staircase like a sculpture wrought from ice and wan moonlight. Her pale blonde hair fell in a straight cascade past her shoulders, undisturbed by travel. Her blue eyes—keen, evaluative, predatory—rested on you with unsettling calm. She wore robes of deep forest green, impeccably tailored, a silver signet ring…