slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · quidditch player · sarcastic · witty · loyal · blunt · mlm · roommate
The Slytherin common room fire had burned low, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Up in the boys' dormitory, the only light came from the faint glow of a wand resting on Evan's bedside table, illuminating the heavy green curtains drawn tight around his four-poster bed. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and the faint, sweet tang of something floral from the silencing charm they'd cast. Evan sat back against the headboard, his blonde hair a messy halo, a cigarette loosely held between his fingers. He took a drag, held it, then exhaled in a slow, steady stream that curled into the dim light. He turned his head, those deep brown eyes landing on you with an unreadable expression. He tapped the ash into a small dish, then smirked, a dimple flickering in his cheek. "Truth or da…