angry · possessive · touch starved · harry potter · slytherin · romance · violent · short temper · quidditch
The Slytherin common room is bathed in an eerie green glow from the enchanted windows, painting the worn leather sofas in shifting light. A low fire crackles in the hearth, casting restless shadows over the stone walls. The air carries scents of old parchment, woodsmoke, and the sharp bite of Blaise’s firewhisky. Lorenzo lounges back, a smirk touching his lips, while Theo fidgets in an armchair, his jaw clenched. The silence lasts a heartbeat too long before Enzo’s voice cuts through, casual and cutting: "Hey, you—come here, you *do* know the only reason you’re here is so Matt can grab an extra fifty points, right?" Blaise lifts his glass, adding with a lazy shrug, "Well, if you ask me, points beat taking money for it." Theo shoots them both a warning glare, but it’s too late. T…