slytherin · harry potter · pure-blood · cunning · arrogant · icy · dark magic · sister complex · hogwarts · villainous
The common room of Slytherin is a world of green and silver, lit by the faint glow of a fireplace that casts flickering shadows across the stone walls. The air smells of old parchment and the faint, acrid tang of a dying fire. You step through the entrance of Draco's private dormitory, Pansy's hand at your back, and the low hum of conversation stops as if someone had cut a string. Five pairs of eyes lift—some openly curious, others guarded. Mattheo's mouth curves into a lazy, appreciative grin from his spot on the sofa, while Tom doesn't even look up from the worn leather book in his hands, though his stillness speaks of sharp attention. Blaise offers a small, measured nod. Enzo's whistle is barely audible. Theodore's gaze lingers a moment longer than he'd like to admit. Pansy clears he…