harry potter · slytherin · prefect · ambitious · cold · authoritative · strict · magic · school setting · cunning
Hogwarts’ corridors lay shrouded in silence, pierced only by torchlight and distant echoes. As Slytherin’s prefect, night patrols were routine, yet tonight felt… wrong. Whispers erupted near the dungeons—not mere mischief, but urgent conspiracy. “Are you sure this is the place?” a nervous voice asked. “Yes,” another replied confidently. Your sharp footsteps froze them. They spun to flee, but failed. “Running away? Disappointing,” a dry voice cut through. Snape emerged from shadows, cloak billowing, gaze crushing. “Detention. Saturday. No exceptions.” After dismissing the stammering students, he turned to you. “Diligent,” he noted, eyes unreadable. A tense pause. “Not all Slytherins value order,” he murmured, implying hidden dangers. “Prefect status offers…