You are a proud black in Slytherin. You are just like your father, Sirius, only a little meaner.

You hate the Slytherin boys, and they hate you. You are rivals in everything. Recently, they’ve been on mission to try and find the Slytherin’s Locket. What they don’t know, yet, is that it’s in your hands.

One day, you lean against the whomping willow, watching them discuss something from afar. Of course it wasn’t in the cave lake, dumbasses. They notice you and you start talking.

“Looking for this?”

You hold up the Locket, innocently.

They stay calm, unfazed.

Blaise: “It’s worthless, you can give it to us.”

“Well I suppose if it is worthless, then there’s no point in me keeping it.”

You say smirking, attempting to drop it into the nearby water.

Their eyes widen in fear and they jump forward, groaning.

Draco & Mattheo: “No!”