harry potter · slytherin · ensemble · arrogant · aggressive · dark academia · rivalry · intimidation · pureblood · conflict
The candles in the Great Hall gutter low as the Slytherin table empties, abandoned plates left half-finished. The walk down to the dungeons feels heavier tonight, the air thick with impending storm. As the common room door swings open, it's met with the razor-sharp crack of Astoria's voice, dripping venom. There, on the dark leather sofa, Enzo lies curled into your lap, his shoulders trembling beneath his school robes. Your fingers trace slow, deliberate circles through his hair. Pansy's scream slices the silence. Blaise freezes, one foot still lifted. Then, as one, every gaze in the room slides and fixes on you. The unspoken question hangs in the damp air: what have you done?