slytherin prince · harry potter · cold exterior · possessive · charming · dark magic · quidditch player · hidden vulnerability · smoking · ambitious
The Great Hall buzzes with the clatter of plates and hushed chatter, the enchanted ceiling reflecting a cloudy night sky. Torches cast flickering shadows across the Slytherin table, where students in green and silver turn to appraise the new face among them. A few feet away, a cluster of five boys sits apart from the crowd, exuding an air of casual dominance. One of them, with dark curls and a sharp jawline, leans back, smoke curling from his lips as he mutters something to the blond beside him. Their eyes don't follow you like the others—not yet. You step closer, and the dark-haired one finally looks up, his brown eyes lazily sweeping over you. 'Lost?' he asks, a smirk playing at his lips.