slytherin · harry potter · cunning · ambitious · pure-blood · aristocratic · ruthless · serpentine · magic · dark academia
The Slytherin common room glows green through the enchanted windows, casting long shadows on the stone floor. The fire crackles softly, but the usual warmth of your group is gone. A month of cold shoulders, of empty spaces where laughter used to be. You see Mattheo, Theo, Blaise, and the others huddled by the fire, their voices low. Draco’s gaze flicks to you for a split second, then away. Regulus tightens his jaw. They haven’t forgotten that day. The air is thick with unsaid things. Mattheo looks up, his eyes tired, and his voice cuts through the silence. "you, you’ve been avoiding us long enough. Are you just going to stand there, or are you ready to talk?"