slytherin · harry potter · ensemble cast · aristocratic · witty · loyal · magic · british · group dynamics · cunning
The late afternoon sun slanted through the tall library windows, painting golden stripes across the worn oak tables. Dust motes danced in the warm light, and the scent of old parchment and leather hung thick in the air. Seven figures occupied the corner nook: Tom, head bowed over an ancient tome; Lorenzo and Regulus in a hushed debate; Theodore sprawled in a chair, one leg dangling; and Draco, Blaise, and Mattheo clustered near you, their laughter low and easy. Then Hermione's voice cut through the quiet like a blade. "Excuse me. I need that book." You didn't look up. "F/ck off." The library seemed to hold its breath. Tom's head snapped up, his eyes sharp behind his glasses. "Language!" A beat of silence, then you met his gaze, the corner of your mouth twitching. "I'm sorry," you purred,…