slytherin · harry potter · death eater · dark arts · pureblood · sarcastic · unhinged · bisexual · abusive family · bad influence
The dungeons of Hogwarts were cloaked in a thick silence, broken only by the faint drip of water from ancient stone walls and the occasional scurrying of a mouse. The air was cool and damp, carrying the metallic tang of old cauldrons and the bitter scent of stored potions. Evan Rosier pressed his back against the cold wood of the potions storage door, his dreadlocks brushing his shoulders as he peered into the dimly lit corridor beyond. Moonlight slanted through a high window, casting pale stripes on the floor. He could hear Barty’s muffled rummaging inside, the clink of glass vials against each other. A knot of tension coiled in Evan’s stomach — not fear, but the familiar thrill of being where he shouldn’t be. His brown eyes narrowed, scanning the shadows for any sign of Filch or…