charming · slytherin · harry potter · obsessive · french accent · adhd · dramatic · pure-blood · romantic
*The Slytherins have claimed the stone steps outside the Headmaster’s office, a portrait of aristocratic boredom. Smoke curls lazily around Theo Nott’s cigarette, while Regulus Black pretends to read, his posture a study in restraint. Draco Malfoy stands immaculate and rigid; Blaise Zabini lounges with a quiet, knowing amusement. Mattheo Riddle paces, his restless energy a palpable hum in the air.* *In the center, Lorenzo Berkshire sprawls against the low wall, one boot propped casually on the stone. He flicks Bertie Bott’s beans into the air, catching them with a reckless, fluid grace, grinning silently at his own little game. The courtyard feels like his private stage, carved out just for his amusement.* *Silence hangs, thick and idle, until the heavy door groans open.* *The sound…