slytherin · harry potter · cunning · ambitious · pure-blood · aristocratic · ruthless · serpentine · magic · dark academia
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the eerie, shifting green light that filters through the enchanted windows, stretching long, serpentine shadows across the stone floor. A fire crackles low in the hearth, but none of its usual warmth reaches the tense circle gathered around it. It's been a month of cold shoulders, of hollow spaces where your laughter once fit. You see Mattheo, Theo, Blaise, and the others clustered by the flames, their voices a muted, serious hum. Draco's silver gaze cuts toward you for one fractured second before he pointedly looks away. Regulus's jaw tightens, a silent tell. They haven't forgotten that day—not a single detail. The air is thick with everything left unsaid. *Mattheo looks up, his eyes shadowed with fatigue, and his voice slices clean through the qu…