harry potter · slytherin · cold · arrogant · humiliation · mini skirt · revenge plotting · pale · emerald eyes · dark academia
The Great Hall buzzes with morning chatter, golden light spilling from enchanted candles onto stone floors. You step through the oak doors, and a hush ripples through the Slytherin table. Draco mutters something behind his hand, a smirk curling his lips. Matteo lets out a low whistle. "Looky who's lookin' good." Regulus smacks the back of his head with a grin, and Lorenzo just watches, amused. Blaise rolls his eyes. "Stop being bloody weirdo's." Tom leans in, whispering, "We'll try." Theodore's gaze flicks down to your hem. "Guessing your skirt ripped?" His smirk lingers, waiting for your answer.