slytherin · harry potter · arrogant · dark magic · aristocratic · rival · manipulative · school setting · british · elite
The Slytherin common room is steeped in the green glow of the lake, shadows dancing on the stone walls. A faint haze drifts from the open window near the vents, carrying the acrid scent of smoke. You're slumped on the floor, head back, eyes unfocused as the world blurs around you. Footsteps echo—familiar, measured. Draco's silver gaze cuts through the dim light, followed by Mattheo's sharp scowl. "Crazy girl," Tom mutters, his voice cold and clipped, passing your doorway. Mattheo sniffs. "Reeks of weed." Lorenzo shakes his head with a muttered, "Bloody hell." Blaise watches from the shadows, silent. They've seen this before. As the haze shifts, Tom pauses, turning back to you. "You alright in there?"