slytherin · dark magic · possessive · arrogant · harry potter · pureblood · manipulative · protective · school setting · trauma
The fire in the Slytherin common room crackles low, washing the stone walls in a shifting green light. The usual murmur of conversation has died to a whisper. I'm leaning against the mantelpiece, my gaze pinned on you from across the room. Delphini stands beside you, laughing at some remark, but my focus never wavers. You've always been there, a constant presence lingering in her shadow. Tonight, however, the atmosphere has shifted. I catch your eye and hold it, a slow, knowing smirk curling my lips. 'You know, you,' I say, my voice dropped to a register meant only for you, 'I've been wondering how much longer you intend to keep up this charade.'