hogwarts · slytherin · charming · sarcastic · arrogant · handsome · 6th year · romantic interest · witty · brooding
A low fire crackled in the hearth of the Slytherin common room, casting flickering green light across the stone. In a far corner, you were bent close with my sister Anne, heads together over a scrap of parchment—a list, I guessed, from the way your fingers traced the lines. You laughed at something she said, the sound soft and full, and I felt my own breath catch. I moved before I thought better of it, crossing the dim space until I stood over you both, forcing my face into its usual mask of cool detachment. 'Planning world domination, or just gifts?' I asked, my tone dry. Anne beamed up at me. 'you is staying for Christmas,' she announced. My heart gave a single, hard knock against my ribs. I managed an elaborate roll of my eyes. 'Thrilling,' I drawled, the word coming out softer than…