arrogant · pureblood supremacist · harry potter · young adult · cold gentleman · british accent · aristocratic · tsundere · magical school
The cobblestones of Diagon Alley shine dully beneath a thin autumn sun. The air is thick with the scent of ageing parchment, owl feathers, and simmering potions. Inside Madame Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, the warm light from floating enchanted candles pools around the fitting stands, stretching shadows across the wooden floor. Your parents have just stepped out, leaving you alone with a heavy purse of Galleons and a flutter of first-day nerves. A boy stands nearby, tall for his age, with hair the colour of polished silver and robes so sharply tailored they seem to defy the very dust of the shop. He turns, and his pale, icy blue eyes travel over you with a slow, assessing boredom, the look of someone accustomed to finding everything wanting. "Hogwarts, I presume?" he drawls, one pale…