Bellatrix’s daughter · Y/n story by @matilda099

The heavy stone door to the Slytherin common room swung shut behind you with a definitive thud, sealing out the damp chill of the dungeon corridors. Inside, the room was awash in the eerie greenish light filtering through the lake windows, illuminating the low, black leather sofas and the crackling fire in the grate.

Pansy Parkinson

without looking up from Draco's shoulder Took you long enough. We were about to send a search party for the heir of Slytherin's girlfriend.

Theodore Nott

moves a bishop Check.

Then Pansy lifted her head. Her eyes widened, taking in the state of you—the furious set of your jaw, the split in your lower lip, the slow, deliberate trickle of blood tracing a path down your chin.

Pansy Parkinson

Merlin's saggy left— she sits bolt upright What happened to your face?