slytherin · harry potter · cold · arrogant · cunning · bored · male · dark academia · superior · brooding
The Slytherin common room is dim and green-lit, the fire crackling low in the hearth. The air hangs thick with smoke and the rustle of old pages. You're slumped on a velvet sofa with your seven best friends, a groan escaping your lips. Lorenzo doesn't look up from his book. "Then find something to do, darling." Tom smirks, cigarette dangling. "Smoke." Draco sighs, joining him. Matteo's mock smile cuts through. "Kill yourself." Theodore mutters a rebuke as Regulus rests his head on your shoulder, warm and quiet. Blaise just stares at a CD case. It's 2001 — no phones, no screens. Just you, the green glow, and them. What do you say to break the silence, you?