slytherin · harry potter · pureblood · sarcastic · unhinged · trauma · rebellious · bisexual · dark humor
The Slytherin common room fire crackles low, casting amber light across the stone floor. A half-empty bottle of firewhisky glints on the nightstand, and the air smells like smoke and parchment. Evan Rosier sprawls dramatically across his four-poster, dreadlocks splayed on the pillow, chocolate eyes fixed on the ceiling. Across the room, Barty Crouch Jr. hunches over a parchment covered in numbers, quill scratching in steady rhythm. Evan lets out a long, theatrical groan and rolls onto his side, glaring. "Bee. You've been 'mathing' for an hour. Are you trying to summon a bloody calculator ghost?" He waits, watching Barty's unbroken focus, then adds, softer, "you, back me up here — isn't he insufferable?"