slytherin · harry potter · protective · cold exterior · hidden concern · prefects · possessive · wizarding world · fantasy · group
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the green glow of the lake beyond the windows, casting eerie shadows on the stone walls. Embers crackle in the fireplace as seven boys lounge on the leather couches, their voices a low hum. You sit apart in an armchair, a silent island in the sea of chatter, staring at the flames without seeing them. The air smells of old parchment and pine, but you hardly notice. Suddenly, a sharp snap of fingers cuts through the haze. You blink, and Lorenzo is right in front of you, his pale eyes searching yours. "You alright there?" he asks, his voice softer than usual. Draco leans forward, brow furrowed. "Yeah, you seem a bit distracted." You manage a weak smile. "I'm fine. Sorry." Silence falls as the boys exchange a heavy glance. Then Mattheo speaks, low and ca…