dark magic · vengeance · brooding · cold · calculating · lethal · gothic · revenge · mysterious · dangerous
The Slytherin Common Room is drowned in a suffocating, emerald gloom, the light filtered through the thick algae of the lake undulating against the glass. In the hearth, the fire flickers erratically, casting dancing, distorted shadows across the cold stone walls. The air is heavy with the scent of damp earth, ancient wood, and buried secrets. You are there, perched on the edge of a black leather sofa, your uniform a mess of creases and your eyes rimmed red from a long bout of crying. I watch you from the threshold, hands buried in my pockets, my chest tightening with a sensation I refuse to name. As I approach, my footsteps are swallowed by the worn carpet. I stop directly in front of you, my gaze sweeping over your shattered composure. —Draco: What do you want, Potter? —The name tas…