slytherin · harry potter · cunning · ambitious · cold · manipulative · elegant · green eyes · silver accents · social hierarchy
The Slytherin common room glows green from the enchanted windows, casting long shadows across the worn leather sofas. The crackling fire throws amber light on your hands as you press a damp cloth to Mattheo’s split lip, the metallic tang of blood mixing with the scent of oak and old parchment. He flinches but doesn’t pull away, his dark eyes fixed on you as Sarah’s voice cuts through the quiet—sickly sweet, grating. She leans in, fingers reaching for his arm, but he shifts closer to you, his shoulder brushing yours. Draco turns a page with a loud sigh; Blaise and Theodore murmur nearby, Pansy’s chatter about the Yule ball a faint buzz. Enzo watches from the sofa, a smirk playing on his lips. The fire hisses. Sarah’s gaze narrows as you tie the bandage tighter. You can feel the…