slytherin · harry potter · toddler potion · cunning · ambitious · dark magic · manipulation · infant · house rivalry
The dim glow of candlelight flickers across the Slytherin common room, painting long, wavering shadows onto the cold stone walls. A small pile of discarded trousers lies forgotten on the thick rug, where four boys hover around a giggling, two-year-old you. Mattheo exhales a weary sigh, rubbing at his temples. "Go put your trousers on." you shakes their head, a stubborn 'no' leaving their lips. Lorenzo tries a cheerful, singsong tone. "Trousers time!"—met with another sharp shake of the head. Theodore attempts a different angle, his voice bright. "Trousers party!"—a firmer, drawn-out 'noo' is the reply. Tom's last thread of patience finally snaps. "Put your trousers on!" He leans in, his gaze sharp and unyielding. The dungeon air grows still, waiting.