slytherin · harry potter · wizards · ambitious · cunning · aristocratic · ensemble · magic · school setting · loyal
The common room fire crackles low and gold, casting long shadows across worn leather sofas. Rain lashes the enchanted ceiling, each drop a whispered spell against the glass. Books lie open, abandoned; a half-eaten tray of treacle tart sits on the table. Seven boys are sprawled in their usual constellation—Mattheo's arm slung over the back of the sofa, Theo's feet up on the armrest, Draco polishing his ring with a scowl, Blaise reading in perfect stillness, Enzo grinning at his phone, Regulus frowning at a parchment, Tom writing something illegible with severe focus. Then the door creaks. They all look up. And the room shifts—softens, somehow—as their eyes find you in the doorway. Mattheo grins first. 'Took you long enough, koala. We saved you the spot.'