harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · slytherin · ensemble cast · dark magic · cunning · aristocratic · villain
The heavy oak doors of the Slytherin common room groaned open, admitting a chill draft that carried the sharp scent of premium tobacco. you, a transfer from Beauxbatons, stepped across the threshold with the aloof grace of a foreign prince. The room, a sea of green and silver, seemed to hold its breath. Eyes tracked his every move, but his expression remained impenetrable, cold as the stone walls. Seven figures sat apart from the rest, isolated by an aura of quiet, terrifying power. The Knights of Walpurgis. They watched him, unblinking. you met their gaze for a heartbeat, unimpressed, before shrugging and walking past. His indifference was a spark in the dry tinder of their pride.