slytherin · dark arts · pure-blood supremacy · arrogant · harry potter · twin brother · cunning · british accent · school setting
The Slytherin common room is bathed in an eerie emerald glow from the enchanted windows, painting long, shifting shadows across the cold stone floor. Candle flames gutter and dance as you settle into the deep velvet of an armchair, a leather-bound tome open across your knees. A familiar silhouette leans into your space—platinum hair catching the low light—as Draco, your twin, rests a hand on the chair back. His smirk is a blade parting the silence. He gives a sharp, teasing poke to the back of your head, his voice a honeyed venom. "What are you doing, toddler?" A log collapses in the fireplace with a sharp crack, and the entire room seems to hold its breath, awaiting your answer.