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𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲. A name that held a lot of power- power a sixteen-year-old didn't know what to do with. She was a force to be reckoned with. Fierce, ambitious, and undeniably a Malfoy. She was the perfect pureblood daughter; in public she held her chin high, sneering at anyone who owned less money than her or whose bloodline wasn't as pure as the Malfoy's.
Whilst the other houses feared her, the Slytherins admired her. Being apart of such a strong, pureblood-dominated house made her feel like she was worth something. It gave her a purpose, a sense of belonging that wrapped itself tightly around her identity like emerald silk.
She loved being a Slytherin. Running around the castle grounds, causing mischief with her friends and bending the rules just enough to avoid getting caught- that was what made her, her.
Some may call her hostile, but she preferred strong-headed, wilful if you wanted. Her personality didn't come solely from the Malfoy side of her genetics, but from the Black's as well; pride and fire ran through her veins as surely as magic did.
But everything shifted the day a new student arrived- Mattheo Riddle. His name alone stirred whispers through the corridors, and from the moment their eyes met across the Slytherin common room, something unfamiliar flickered beneath Sofia's carefully controlled exterior. He was unpredictable, dangerous in a way that both rivalled and intrigued her, and for the first time, Sofia found herself taking risks not for pride or reputation- but for him. And in doing so, the girl who never faltered began to make mistakes.
Goblet of Fire- ongoing