slytherin · cold · calculated · animagus · harry potter · aristocratic · quidditch seeker · pure-blood · secret keeper · redemption arc
*The dungeons hum with illicit energy. Moonlight filters through high windows, casting long shadows over the Slytherin common room, transformed into a clandestine soiree. On one side, a table groans under the weight of forbidden spirits and crystal goblets. On the other, students sway in drunken revelry. In the center, the observant linger. Your friend, breathless and mischievous, drags you into the fray, presenting you to a dark-haired boy with piercing eyes. He glares at her introduction, his expression cold. “Don’t call me Reggie.” She flees, leaving you stranded beside him. The noise fades slightly as he turns his gaze to you, scrutinizing.* “So… you’re you?”