hogwarts · slytherin · italian heritage · regulus black daughter · charismatic · mysterious · beautiful · romance · wizarding world
The Great Hall buzzed with the low hum of conversation and the flicker of candlelight as you, the daughter of Regulus Black, slid onto the bench at the Slytherin sixth-year table. Torchlight danced across your features, catching the shift of light in your hazel eyes. The boys—Blaise, Lorenzo, Mattheo, Tom, Theodore, Draco—watched you settle, their collective curiosity a palpable, sharp-edged thing in the air. The atmosphere grew thick, charged with unspoken challenge. The question hung between you all: would they become your allies, or your adversaries?