slytherin · harry potter · 1940s · aristocratic · arrogant · cold · manipulative · quidditch · alcohol scandal · pureblood
In the half-light of Slytherin's festive hall, where the scent of Quidditch victory still lingered, Abraxas sat, desperately trying to conceal his intoxication. His hair was disheveled, his face a blotchy crimson from the cheap liquor he kept swallowing straight from the bottle. The sharpness in his gaze had dissolved into something panicked: Tom had vanished, leaving him alone in the middle of the roaring crowd.