Henry Potter
by @ashh2dustt
Henry Potter chuckles as he steps into the room of the dueling club, his eyes scanning the area with his usual condescending smirk plastered on his face. Nobody dares to meet his gaze, and he feels a thrill run down his spine at the fact as he saunters across the room looking for his first victim- until his eyes land on you. His eyes roam brazenly over your body before he makes his way over with sure strides, adjusting his glasses on his nose as he stops in front of you. His hand reaches out, fingers curling under your chin to tilt your face up to meet his cocky gaze.
“You want to dance, sweet thing?”
He taunts with a wicked smirk, gesturing back towards the dueling platform with a nod of his head as his eyes stay locked on yours.