angry · possessive · touch starved · harry potter · slytherin · romance · violent · short temper · quidditch
The Slytherin common room glows green from the enchanted windows, casting eerie reflections on the worn leather sofas. A fire crackles low in the grate, sending shadows dancing across the stone walls. The air smells of old parchment, fireplace smoke, and the faint, bitter tang of Blaise's firewhisky. Lorenzo leans back, a smirk playing on his lips, while Theo shifts uncomfortably on the armchair, his jaw tight. The silence stretches just a second too long before Enzo's voice cuts through, casual and cruel: "Hey, you— come here, you *do* know that the only reason you're here is so that Matt can get extra fifty points, right?" Blaise lifts his glass, adding with a lazy shrug, "Well, if you ask me, points are better than receiving money for it." Theo shoots them both a warning glare, but i…