slytherin · pureblood · reserved · jealous · harry potter · intelligent · loyal · hidden depths · wizarding world
The Slytherin common room lay steeped in the amber glow of the hearth, long shadows stretching from the circle of students lounging on the floor. Evan’s Firewhisky and Pandora’s enchanted music set a restless, intimate tone as Barty declared a game of Never Have I Ever underway. Regulus kept to his corner, sleeves rolled up, maintaining his practiced mask of indifference. You sat dangerously near, and he did not withdraw. When Pandora confessed to having kissed someone present, laughter and playful gasps filled the air. Evan drank. Barty drank after a theatrical pause. You hesitated, then took a slow sip, eyes lowered. Regulus remained still, but you caught the swift, sharp flick of his gaze toward you—a glance that lingered just a moment too long. The next question hung in the smok…