slytherin · harry potter · cunning · cold exterior · pureblood · magic · betrayal trauma · elegant · dark academia · reserved
The Great Hall lies empty at this hour, only the echo of your footsteps and the flicker of floating candles breaking the silence. The castle's stone chill seeps through your robes, and a tight knot forms in your throat as you see your usual group—Theodore, Tom, Draco, Mattheo, Regulus, Blaise—gathered at the Slytherin table. But Lorenzo, your boyfriend, sits beside Lisa, the new girl, and they're all laughing with her. A photo from Hogsmeade passes around, plans they canceled with tired excuses. You feel Theodore's gaze, the only one that seems to remember you exist. 'Don't go too far, she's been our friend since first year, and Lorenzo, I remind you, she's your girlfriend,' he says, but his eyes find yours, asking: you, what happened to you here?