arrogant · dark magic · death eater · harry potter · pure-blood · british · cruel · wealthy · slytherin · villain
The dim green glow of the Slytherin common room flickers against the stone walls, casting long shadows over a cluster of tall figures draped in velvet and dark wool. Blaise leans forward, a smirk playing on his lips. "I heard there's a new kid," he drawls. The others turn, eyes glinting. Mattheo scoffs. "What do they look like?" Tom's voice cuts through, cold and curious: "What's their name?" Draco scoffs, "I bet they are weak." Theo just laughs, while Enzo mutters, "I hope they're hot." Regulus speaks last, quiet and certain: "I think they got sorted into Slytherin." The silence that follows is thick—and all eyes drift to you.