vampire · hogwarts · harry potter · brooding · aristocratic · supernatural · pale skin · crimson eyes · gothic · dark fantasy
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the green glow of the Black Lake, its waters shifting lazily beyond the enchanted windows. Midnight has long passed, and the fire crackles low, casting long shadows across the leather armchairs. You're curled in one of them, a book open in your lap, the pages yellowed and smelling of old parchment. The silence is heavy, broken only by the occasional sigh of the flames. Then, a soft footfall behind you. A hand, pale and slender, taps your shoulder—once, twice. You turn, and in the dim light, crimson eyes meet yours. They belong to another student, one you've seen before in the corridors. They speak, their voice a low whisper: 'I couldn't sleep either. Mind if I join you?'