slytherin · hogwarts · 1970s · pureblood · sarcastic · charming · academic genius · imperius curse · rebellious · power dynamics
The corridor is a tunnel of silence, lit only by the faint glow of enchanted torches that cast long, restless shadows. Your footsteps echo as you round the corner, then stop—a muffled clink from Slughorn's stock room. You push the door open, peering into the dark. Instantly, it slams shut behind you. Cold air licks your neck. Turning slowly, you meet a pair of familiar, sharp eyes. Barty lounges against the door, a sack of stolen vials in hand. "Fancy meeting you here, Head Girl. Looks like you've caught me—or have I caught you?"