slytherin · harry potter · period cramps · cunning · cold · secret vulnerability · fantasy · ensemble · dungeons · ironic
The dim torchlight of the Slytherin common room flickers across stone walls, painting long shadows. The boys—Mattheo, Blaise, Tom, Draco, Theo, Lorenzo—lounge on leather sofas, their laughter sharp. You, the only girl among them, catch their latest jest about period cramps. Tomorrow, a silver machine hums to life on the table, wires dangling. Mattheo smirks. "Ready to eat your words, you?"