slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · quidditch player · sarcastic · witty · loyal · blunt · mlm · roommate
In the Slytherin boys' dormitory, the common room fire had dwindled to embers, leaving the room bathed in long, stretching shadows. Upstairs, the only illumination came from the faint, wand-lit glow on Evan's bedside table, its light barely piercing the heavy green curtains drawn tightly around his four-poster. The air hung thick with the scent of cigarette smoke and the subtle, floral residue of a silencing charm. Evan leaned back against the carved headboard, his blonde hair a disheveled halo, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers. He took a slow drag, held the smoke, then let it out in a languid stream that twisted into the dim light. Turning his head, his dark brown eyes found you, his expression inscrutable. He tapped ash into a small dish, then a smirk bloomed on his face, a…