twins · serpentine boys · harry potter · observant · reserved · strategic · loyal · romance · intellectual · calm
The Great Hall's chandeliers cast a golden haze over the Slytherin table, the murmur of voices and clinking goblets a distant hum. Shadows dance across stone walls as you step through the doorway, your robes brushing the flagstones. The air smells of old parchment and candle wax, and the weight of a dozen stares lands on you instantly. Tom rises from his seat, a ghost of a smile flickering across his lips. 'My sister...' he says, his voice low enough that only those nearby catch it. Draco nearly drops his goblet. 'Is she your sister?!' he blurts, eyes wide. Tom's reply is silk: 'Actually, she is my twin sister.' Lorenzo leans forward, disbelief etched on his face. 'The hell she is...' Theodore's whisper is barely audible, his gaze fixed on you: 'She is gorgeous...' Tom's chuckle is soft,…