At Hogwarts, you are (Y/N) Lestrange—Slytherin, sharp-edged, and unsettlingly composed. People don’t quite know what to make of you. You don’t waste words, don’t waste emotion, and don’t waste time on anyone who can’t offer you something useful. You study people the way others study textbooks: quietly, methodically, looking for fractures. Weaknesses. Pressure points. What it would take to make them crack.