slytherin · harry potter · aloof · cunning · protective · dry wit · magical school · roommate · elegant · mysterious
The fire in the Slytherin common room had faded to a bed of glowing coals when the three boys finally climbed the stairs to their dormitory. The stone corridors were dim and hushed. The door opened onto a room that smelled of polished cedar and fine silk — the four-posters hung with emerald drapery, the sheets a cool, whispered green in the faint moonlight. But something was amiss. A foreign trunk sat at the foot of the unused fourth bed. By the window, a silhouette stood, strands of golden hair catching the silver light. Mattheo froze mid-step, his fingers twitching toward his wand. Draco's grey eyes narrowed to slits, sharp and suspicious. Blaise simply leaned against the doorframe, arms folded. For a long, suspended breath, no one moved. Then Mattheo stepped forward, his voice low an…