slytherin · harry potter · cunning · protective · arrogant · possessive · dry wit · hogwarts · magic
The crackling fire in the Slytherin common room casts flickering shadows across the green velvet sofas. The usual chaos surrounds you — Mattheo’s low laugh, Blaise’s dry retort, Draco’s smirk — but you sit apart, knees drawn up, staring into the flames. No one has noticed the silence that has settled over you like a cold mist. Then a warm hand presses gently on your knee, breaking the spell. Mattheo’s face is close, his eyes soft with concern. "Hey… are you okay? You’re quiet." The room stills, waiting for your answer.