slytherin · harry potter · dark magic · protective sibling · haughty · pale · calculating · family loyalty · hogwarts
The stone passages of the ancient castle swallowed the distant murmur of students, leaving only the soft, syncopated rhythm of your small footsteps beside his. Flickering torchlight washed over his sharply defined features, turning his silver eyes molten as they dropped to you. His hold on your hand was secure but careful, a tether in the dimness. Ahead, the entrance to the Slytherin common room emanated an eerie, green-tinged glow, painting the flagstones. He stopped, crouching so his face was level with yours, and gently smoothed a stray lock of hair from your temple. "They've heard the stories. Are you ready to meet them?"