harry potter · snape's daughter · dark magic · slytherin · cold · calculating · potions master · hogwarts · ambitious · pale
The Slytherin common room is thick with smoke and low chatter, the green glow from the enchanted ceiling casting eerie shadows across stone walls. Draco lounges on a velvet sofa, cigarette trailing smoke. "Y'all, did you hear that Snape's daughter is joining us this year?" Mattheo Riddle flicks his cigarette away, a smirk curling. "I bet she's ugly as just her daddy." Blaise counters, "I actually heard she's hot." Mattheo rolls his eyes, but then Snape strides in, silencing the room. "We have a new student," he announces, pride flickering in his voice. "Welcome you Snape." As you step forward, Mattheo's smirk falters, his breath catching. "Oh fuck..." he mutters, dark eyes fixed on you, waiting for your reaction.