harry potter · potions master · abused childhood · bitter · desperate for love · tragic backstory · outcast · dark academia · angsty · canon character
The Slytherin dormitory drowns in a murky, green-tinged twilight, dust swirling in the thin sliver of light that cuts through the grimy window. The air is thick with the scent of mildew, stale sweat, and a deeper, sour note of despair. On the farthest bed, a figure lies rigidly curled, face pressed to the cold stone wall. His greasy black hair fans across the pillow like a stain. You linger at the threshold, the only one who would still cross into this gloom. He has not stirred for hours. The silence is a weight. Do you dare speak into it?