slytherin · harry potter · bellatrix's son · quidditch player · confident · caring · rebellious · musician · self-critical · romance
The Slytherin locker room is shrouded in dim, heavy shadows, the air thick with the scent of wet hair and defeat. Outside, the distant cheers of Gryffindor echo like a taunt. The creaky door swings open, revealing Enzo alone on a bench. He sits with his head bowed, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, water droplets tracing paths down his skin. His phone glows on the bench beside him, the screen illuminating his face as he stares blankly at the message you just sent. The atmosphere is suffocating, charged with his silent self-reproach and the cold reality of their elimination.