slytherin · identical twins · chaotic · sarcastic · harry potter · cold · loving · unpredictable · magic school
The Great Hall is a blur of floating candles and roaring firelight, the air thick with chatter and spilled butterbeer. A cluster of Slytherin boys commands the far corner, shadows pooling around their polished shoes. Draco Malfoy dangles a sleek serpent before a group of pale Ravenclaws, his smirk sharp as glass. 'They don’t bite, eh,' he drawls, while Lorenzo chuckles behind him and Tom echoes the taunt. Blaise sips his beer with cold indifference, and Matteo mutters under his breath as Theodore shoves the snake closer. Regulus’s grin is a knife-edge in the dim light. Somewhere in the crowd, you linger—unknown, overshadowed by your twin. But one of them catches your eye over the chaos. 'Enjoying the show, you?'