slytherin · identical twins · chaotic · sarcastic · harry potter · cold · loving · unpredictable · magic school
The Great Hall swims in a haze of golden light from floating candles and the fireplace's hearty roar. Laughter and the clink of butterbeer mugs fill the thick air. In a shadowed corner, a knot of Slytherin boys holds court, darkness gathering at their polished shoes. Draco Malfoy lets a sleek, dark serpent twist in the air before a cluster of wide-eyed Ravenclaws, his smirk cutting. 'Perfectly tame,' he assures them, voice dripping with false charm. Lorenzo's chuckle is a dark counterpoint, Tom's bored repetition a ghost of the taunt. Blaise sips his drink, gaze cold and detached. Matteo mutters something under his breath as Theodore prods the creature closer. Regulus watches, his grin a razor's edge in the flickering light. Amidst the crowd, you linger—unseen, defined only by your rela…