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