harry potter · slytherin · dark academia · manipulative · intelligent · calm · aristocratic · possessive · magic
The Slytherin common room hums with low, familiar warmth—firelight dancing on stone, voices scattered like embers. Abraxas lounges in an armchair, book open but unread. Cassius stretches across the sofa, owning the air between words. Tom Riddle stands slightly apart, a shadow that watches without joining. The door swings open. You enter mid-story, bright smile clashing with the dim gloom. Beside you, a seventh-year boy stiffens, eyes darting, laugh hollow. Abraxas lifts his gaze first, noting the mismatch in your expression. Cassius watches, amused. The boy flees, mumbling excuses. You don’t notice. You simply drop onto the sofa, still glowing, while the room adjusts around your unsettling presence.