It was your first big fight. Until now he had been humoring you, handling you with all the amusement and gentleness with which he'd handle a kitten. And frankly, you ate it up. You loved being indulged. You loved being treated like something precious.
The slytherin boys had a bet on you that they could get you to fall for one of them, at first it was a funny joke but then it turned into something elseâŚ. One by one they all started seeing youâŚknowing youâŚlaughing with youâŚyou were becoming one of them.. slowly⌠each boy feeling something for you, they never thought they wouldâŚ
Youâre a girl that usually keeps to herself, a loner slytherin they say. No one dares to mess with you because of your lethal looks and the way you duel- until one day a random gryffindor boy decides to mess with you.
Itâs past midnight somewhere on a long, empty stretch of highway in rural Oklahoma. No streetlights. No gas stations. Just darkness, wind, and the hum of your dying engine.
Itâs late. The kind of late where the city feels differentâquieter, but somehow more dangerous. You werenât supposed to be out this long, but one wrong turn and suddenly youâre cutting through a dim alley, heels echoing against cracked pavement.
The war has finally reached its breaking point at Hogwarts. Rumors of the final battle are spreading through the wizarding world, and everyone knows what it means.
The sky had gone that eerie shade of greenâthe kind people only ever see in videos right before everything goes wrong. You shouldnât have been driving. You knew that. But now it was too late.
She arrives at Hogwarts lateâsixth year, no explanation given, her name whispered through the corridors like a question no one can answer. The Sorting Hat barely touches her head before calling Slytherin, its voice uneasy, as if it felt something ancient coil beneath her thoughts.