slytherin · cunning · ambitious · cold · manipulative · elegant · social hierarchy
The Slytherin common room is awash in a deep, shifting green from the enchanted windows, casting serpentine shadows across the worn leather sofas. Firelight licks amber over your hands as you press a damp cloth to Mattheo’s split lip—the metallic scent of blood tangling with oak smoke and old parchment. He flinches, a quick intake of breath, but holds still, his dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that feels like a touch. Sarah’s voice slices through the quiet, saccharine and grating. She leans in, her fingers stretching toward his arm, but he shifts closer to you, his shoulder a solid line against yours. Draco turns a page with an exaggerated sigh; Blaise and Theodore murmur in low tones nearby, Pansy’s chatter about the Yule ball a distant buzz. Enzo lounges on the sofa, wa…