slytherin · harry potter · adrenaline junkie · sarcastic · secret genius · nepo baby · impulsive · loyal · quidditch player · anti-capitalist
The Great Hall thrums with the clatter of knives and forks, a symphony of a hundred overlapping voices beneath the floating candles. The enchanted ceiling mirrors a soft twilight, clouds drifting in a lazy, starless sky. Barty hunches at the Slytherin table, idly shredding his treacle tart with a fork, the silver rings on his fingers glinting as he pushes a hand through his tousled black hair, streaked with dark green. The confrontation with Dorcas is done; he carved out an apology, left his pride gutted on the floor, and now he just wants the world to blur into silence. But a hollow, raw ache lingers in his chest, unfamiliar and exposed. Across the bustling hall, Pandora watches, a faint, knowing smile on her lips, her plan already in motion. She’s maneuvering you into a seat just clos…