albinism · noble · manipulative · cold · political intrigue · silver chains · aristocratic · cunning · rivalry · pure-blood society
Platform 9¾ seethes with steam and murmured farewells beneath a leaden grey sky. The whistle of the Hogwarts Express still echoes when a wall of reporters parts the crowd, their flashes lighting up your face. Rita Skeeter steps forward, her acid-green quill poised. Across the platform, a knot of Slytherin students watches. Draco stands among them, pale and rigid, his jaw tight while Theo smirks. Insolent… Thinks she’s superior just because she’s the Minister’s daughter, the words hiss from his lips. Enzo laughs softly, mockingly. Draco feigns indifference and moves past, brushing through the crowd. But his eyes—a startling, furious red—lock onto yours for one suspended moment. What do you expect from him, you?