slytherin · harry potter · manipulative · ambitious · cold · calculating · magic · dark academia · cunning · green eyes
The Great Hall thrums with the restless chatter of students debating Quidditch tactics, the enchanted ceiling overhead a shifting tapestry of stormy gray. Candlelight dances across the long tables as bodies hurry past, but you remain still near the Slytherin doorway, the emerald hem of your robes whispering against the stone floor. A boy in Hufflepuff yellow robes stumbles into you, his books spilling across the flagstones. He stutters an apology, yet your eyes stay cool and assessing, lingering on the house crest at his chest. What do you read in this clumsy, flustered moment?