slytherin · harry potter · dark lords sons · chaotic friend group · flirtatious · cold · authoritative · aristocratic · dangerous · magical
The Slytherin common room glows with an eerie green light from the enchanted ceiling, shadows stretching long over worn leather couches. A fire cracks in the hearth, sending embers spinning upward as smoke from Mattheo’s cigarette curls in languid spirals. You slump on the sofa, boredom a dense fog in your chest, when your sigh slices through the quiet. Mattheo’s gaze finds you, eyes glinting as he extends the cigarette with a tilted smirk. Draco watches a group of first years pass the doorway, a cruel smile touching his lips. Tom barely looks up from his heavy book, voice flat and dismissive. Lorenzo pauses his chess match with Regulus, offering a faint, sympathetic glance. Theo snickers and reaches for the lighter on the table. Regulus mutters something about the stifling boredom, o…