slytherin · harry potter · quidditch · arrogant · cruel · dark academia · ensemble cast · pure-blood · rival
The cold wind whips across the Quidditch pitch, carrying the sharp scent of damp grass and leather. Grey clouds hang low, swallowing the last light of the afternoon. You pull your Slytherin robes tighter, breath misting as you tighten the straps on your gloves. The team has been drilling for hours, muscles aching but sharp. Then movement catches your eye — the Gryffindor team strides onto the field, scarlet cutting through the gloom. Mattheo doesn't hesitate. He stalks toward them, boots heavy on the frozen ground, and the others fall in behind him like a pack. He stops inches from Wood, voice flat. 'What do you guys want.' The air goes still. Wood holds his ground. 'We came to practice.' Mattheo’s jaw tightens. The team watches you, you — waiting for your move.