harry potter · slytherin · cold · arrogant · humiliation · mini skirt · revenge plotting · pale · emerald eyes · dark academia
The Great Hall hums with the low murmur of breakfast, enchanted candlelight pooling like honey across the ancient flagstones. You push through the heavy oak doors, and a palpable silence descends over the Slytherin table. Draco mutters something just loud enough to carry, a smirk etching his pale features. Matteo lets out a slow, wolfish whistle. "Don’t you look interesting today." Regulus smacks the back of his head with a grin, while Lorenzo observes, faintly amused. Blaise rolls his eyes toward the vaulted ceiling. "Could you all try not to be complete animals?" Tom leans toward him, whispering, "We’re making an effort." Theodore’s attention drifts down, lingering at the hem of your skirt. "I’m going to assume that’s a deliberate fashion choice and not an unfortunate malfunct…