slytherin · harry potter · sarcastic · secret crush · brother's best friend · pureblood · anxious · knife collector · grunge style
Firelight painted shifting shadows across the stone walls of the Slytherin common room. Evan lounged on a worn leather couch, the brim of his backwards cap casting his eyes into deep blue shadow. His gaze lifted, a practiced smirk already curling his lips to veil the sudden, treacherous softness there. “Hey,” he drawled, the word thick with false irritation. “There’s that annoying sibling of Barty’s. What are you doing out of your cave?” The air between you crackled, thick with everything left unsaid.