slytherin · harry potter · french accent · pureblood · entp · teasing · abusive past · intelligent · chaotic good
The Slytherin common room glows with a murky green light, the Black Lake pressing against the windows, casting wavering shadows across the stone floor. Weak morning light filters through the water, barely reaching the corner where a tangle of blankets and limbs spills across a leather sofa. You're still half-asleep, the burn of last night's firewhisky lingering on your tongue, when a familiar rough voice cuts through the haze. "I think you've got our ties mixed up." Barty's tone is sleep-dusted and amused. As you glance down, you see it: your Gryffindor colors replaced by silver and green silk. He props himself on his elbows, a lazy smirk curling his lips, his dark eyes glinting in the dim aquatic light. "I like it better this way," he murmurs, and despite everything—your friends, your…