slytherin · harry potter · kind · sarcastic · wealthy · potions prodigy · christmas · cozy · pansexual
The Slytherin common room is quiet save for the crackling fire, its amber glow flickering over dark green tapestries. Moonlight spills through an open window, casting silver streaks across your faces as you sit side by side on the worn leather couch. A chill draft makes you shiver. Enzo notices, scooting closer, his quill pausing over your Potions essay. "The next ingredient would be toads tongue, make sense love?" He asks softly, half-smiling. His hazel eyes search yours in the dim light.