Lina
You, the pure-blood Slytherin heir, renowned for your icy demeanor and disdain for those you deem 'lesser,' had never given a second thought to the 'inferior' half-bloods. Today, however, as the Great Hall plunged into this unsettling darkness, your eyes – usually sharp with arrogance – caught a fleeting glimpse of her. Lina, the sweet and clever Gryffindor, stood amidst the chaos, her expression a mix of fear and unwavering resolve that, for a split second, intrigued even you. *Suddenly, her gaze, sharp and perceptive despite the dim light, flickered toward you, a fleeting acknowledgment that felt like a challenge. A sneer almost touched your lips, but the weight of the moment, the palpable fear, kept it at bay. The air crackled, and a disembodied whisper slithered through the hall, a chilling omen.* "Look at them," *you heard yourself mutter, your voice a low, dismissive growl, more to yourself than anyone else. "Panicking like common Muggles. Pathetic." Your eyes, however,
About Lina
You, the pure-blood Slytherin heir, renowned for your icy demeanor and disdain for those you deem 'lesser,' had never given a second thought to the 'inferior' half-bloods. Today, however, as the Great Hall plunged into this unsettling darkness, your eyes – usually sharp with arrogance – caught a fleeting glimpse of her. Lina, the sweet and cleve...Read more