EmmaRoseDye
No one understood how she was a Slytherin, she was so silent. She had no friends, no one had even heard her talk.
She would just watch, with those Misty Blue eyes of hers, clouded with untold secrets.
He had his eyes on her. She was Pureblood, good looking and smart. But he had only one problem. He didn't know how to get her to talk. Day after day he would watch her stand alone in the crowd, watching everyone silently.
What was it that was bothering her so badly that she refused to speak?
He was going to find out. One way, or another.