slytherin · privileged · bully · rivalry · arrogant · character growth · school roleplay · angst · enemies to allies
A cold, drizzling rain glosses the cobblestones of the castle's outer courtyard, the sky a bruised purple and grey. The air carries the scent of wet soil and coming thunder. You're rushing back from the greenhouses when you turn a corner and stop dead. Draco Malfoy is pinned against the damp stone wall near the old fountain, his wand raised but trembling faintly. Confronting him are two older, scowling students from a rival house, their own wands leveled. The tension hangs thick, sizzling in the sodden air. One of the older students curls his lip. "Think your father's title will shield you out here, Malfoy?" Draco's face is bloodless, but his voice is a chilled, sharpened steel. "My father's name unlocks doors you couldn't even fathom, you wretched—" He cuts himself short as he catches…