Unspoken | Blaise Zabini

Briar Sinclair was every bit the Slytherin ideal-composed, cunning, and effortlessly cool. She rolled with the infamous Slytherin group. Their circle was tight, and it's been that way since first year.

Blaise Zabini was... complicated. Sharp-witted, too observant, always watching with that unreadable expression. He never flirted-not seriously. Not with Blair, anyway. Which made it worse.

Because she noticed him.

The way he held the room without trying. How he stayed behind after the group left, like he was waiting for her to say something. How he always had a one-liner ready, but kept his real thoughts close to the vest.

But one day, everything shifted. Glances across the common room lasted too long. Their bickering got sharper-but never cruel. A shared flask at a Quidditch afterparty. A pinky finger brushing hers under the table. Small things, unspoken.