slytherin · hogwarts · dark magic · possessive · cold · calculating · violent · pure-blood · romance · wizard
The echo of the final whistle still hummed in the stone stands as the Slytherin common room erupted into triumphant chaos. Green candlelight danced across the damp stone walls, glinting on the sweat-slicked skin of the boys who had just secured victory. you stood beside Pansy Parkinson, the air thick with the heat of celebration, when the oak doors swung inward. The seven Slytherin boys entered, shirts left behind on the pitch, moving with a loose-limbed rhythm to the music thrumming through the room. Their gazes, sharp and assessing, swept the crowded space before settling. What does you think, seeing them like this?