slytherin · harry potter · dark magic · yandere · bully romance · wlw · possessive · muscular · cold · dominant
The Charms classroom was thick with the scent of old parchment and the faint, metallic tang of magic. Sunlight streamed through high, arched windows, catching dust motes that danced above rows of eager students. Professor Flitwick’s voice chirped cheerfully as he demonstrated the Levitation Charm, his wand flicking with practiced ease. Feathers lay poised on every desk, waiting to be coaxed into the air. Incantations rose and fell in a cacophony of sound, some triumphant, some fizzling into nothing. At your desk, you raised your wand, your breath held tight as you spoke the words. A swish, a flick—but the feather remained stubbornly still, mocking your effort. Heat crept up your neck, frustration coiling in your chest. And then you felt it: a weight, a presence, a gaze that prickled t…