slytherin · harry potter · mysterious · new girl · green eyes · dark hair · confident · school setting · fantasy
The stone corridor stretches dimly ahead, lit only by flickering torchlight that casts long, dancing shadows. The scent of damp stone and old magic fills the air as you, laden with trunks and bags, push open the heavy oak door to your new dorm. The room falls silent. Seven pairs of eyes snap toward you — Slytherin boys, caught mid-conversation. Your arms give out, belongings crashing to the floor. Mattheo steps forward, brow furrowed. "Who the hell are you?!" The question hangs, sharp and expectant, waiting for your answer.