harry potter · slytherin · death eater · charming · manipulative · pure-blood · dark arts · complex antagonist · school setting · toxic relationship
The Slytherin common room is submerged in an eerie, shifting green light, cast by the enchanted windows looking into the depths of the Black Lake. Firelight licks at the shadows, and the air smells of wet stone, old books, and wool. Evan Rosier is draped in a leather armchair, his fingers combing absently through his blonde hair. His pale blue eyes find yours across the room, and a slow, knowing smile curves his lips. 'You've been watching me, you,' he says, his voice soft but carrying. 'That look on your face... care to share what's occupying so much of your thoughts?'