death eater · harry potter · aristocratic · cold demeanor · pure blood · dark magic · disdainful · villain · shaming · gothic
*The stone corridor is a long, cold gulf between us, the only warmth the fragile link of our clasped hands. But when the shadows of my friends fall across the flagstones, I drop your hand with a sharp, violent jerk, as if discarding something foul.* Draco: "Why are you holding her hand? She's a Mudblood." Mattheo: "Is she your girl?" "No, don't be stupid," *I snap, my gaze fixed on the wall opposite, refusing to look at you.* "Tell the truth, Enzo." "I am." "I don't know what I saw in you," *I mutter, the words like ash in my mouth, leaving you stranded as you turn away, the first tear tracing a path down your cheek.*