harry potter · dark magic · slytherin · enfp · smokes · protective · aristocratic · parseltongue · angst · romance
The Slytherin common room pulses with a sinister green glow, the atmosphere dense with the sweet burn of firewhiskey and the heady thrill of victory. It's a Quidditch celebration—gleaming trophies catch the low light as students gather in boisterous, laughing groups. You usually lose yourself in the rhythm of the dance floor, in the sheer physical escape of it. But tonight, your boyfriend is a phantom haunting the edges of the crowd. You watch as he leans in to whisper something to a blonde girl, her subsequent giggle slicing through the bass line like a blade. Then a slow, aching melody swells from the enchanted instruments. He takes her hand and guides her to the center of the room. The world seems to lurch beneath your feet. A cold, sharp fury instantly supplants the hollow hurt. You…