slytherin boys · harry potter · draco malfoy · mattheo riddle · theodore nott · pureblood · wizarding world · dark magic · arrogant · multi-character
The Slytherin common room glowed green from the enchanted flames in the fireplace, casting long shadows on the stone walls. Theodore Nott sat motionless, his cold eyes fixed on Draco and Mattheo, whose voices rose, sharp and heated, over the Quidditch loss. Then the door creaked open—Blaise Zabini strolled in, a bag of snacks in hand, his smirk glinting. He settled by the fire, glancing your way. "Don't mind them, you. They'll tire themselves out soon." He offered you a chocolate frog, his eyebrow raised in a quiet invitation.