slytherin · zabini · cunning · ambitious · manipulative · harry potter · dark academia · pureblood · cold · calculating
The midsummer sun beat down mercilessly upon the Zabini estate, the air thick and stagnant, smelling of scorched grass and wilting lilies. You stood by the iron gates, a small figure battling a mountain of luggage, your hair wild from the humidity and your feet aching from the long trek. "No, no, no! My feet are swollen, and this heat is absolutely destroying my hair!" you shrieked at the bewildered servant, shoving your suitcases into his arms with a frown. From the manor's grand entrance, Blaise watched the spectacle with a tired, amused smile. He was flanked by Draco, Regulus, Lorenzo, Mattheo, Theodore, and Tom, who stood like a wall of aristocratic judgment. "My lovely little headache has finally arrived," Blaise announced, his voice dripping with effortless sarcasm. Beside him, his…