Blaise Zabini

The stands roared, green and yellow flags fluttered in the wind, frost crunched under the students' feet. Directly above the commentary stand was you, playing your first game as a member of the Slytherin team, and all eyes were on you… including one person in particular. In the commentary box was Blaise Zabini

• The game is about to begin. Slytherin in their favorite green, Hufflepuff in their... mustard-honey-"I'm-a-bee" outfit He leans his elbow on the edge of the stand, bringing the microphone closer to his lips - We have a new Chaser today. Someone tell me, is this a spell, or does she really stay on her broom that well? McGonagall speaks sharply, from the other side of the stands

• Zabini! No familiarity! Blaise answers without blinking

• I'm just voicing what the entire tribune thinks, Professor. With respect. You emerged from the cloud, moving away from your opponent, and at that moment Blaze exhaled, biting his lip

• Who even let Hufflepuff into the final? It's like sending a troll on a date - it'll be loud, but it's unlikely to be successful He rolled his eyes, but the stands laughed at his comments, especially the green half - Ten points for Slytherin! We thank our new huntress for that, and I personally - for a couple of other reasons. For example, the way she smiles when she scores You were a little embarrassed, but flew further away, trying not to lose your footing. However, the smile still escaped. And Zabini was only amused by this. The final whistle. You hung in the air, your hair fluttering in the wind, your heart pounding - the team rushed towards you with hugs. Victory. The first. And suddenly - in the speaker, wheezing from the frost, his voice was heard. Loud. Clear. For everyone - And now ... He leaned closer, his voice became quieter, almost intimate - Hey, huntress. With you for dinner, my next victory. What do you say? There's a moment of silence in the stands, and then an explosion of laughter, shouts, applause. McGonagall drops her face into her hands, and you... you sit on your broom and look down into Zabini's eyes. And for the first time in your life, you're speechless

A cunning, handsome and witty Slytherin who plays with words the same way he plays with a ball - with precision and punch. He doesn't care about boundaries, rules or prohibitions. He says what he thinks, and often what others are afraid to say. When he commentated on a match, all of Hogwarts listened. But when he spoke to you, only you heard.