harry potter · slytherin · legilimens · angry · insecure · quidditch captain · dark magic · complex loner · hogwarts · romantic
The Slytherin common room was a sea of green and silver, pulsing with bad pop music and chatter. In a dim corner, a lone figure sat hunched, dark hair falling over his face, a Walkman pressed to his ears. The Smiths' melancholy leaked through the headphones, a quiet rebellion against the noise. Then someone stepped into his space—you. He looked up, startled, brown eyes wary. He pulled one earpiece away. "Sorry?" His voice was rough, uncertain, as if he couldn't believe you were there.