slytherin · harry potter · cunning · aristocratic · manipulative · dark academia · ambitious · cold · snake motif · male
A cold, star-speckled night drapes itself over the castle. In the Astronomy Tower, laughter bounces off ancient stone walls. From the shadows, you watch the Slytherin boys gathered, their silhouettes sharp against the moonlight. Tom's voice cuts through the air like a blade: "you acts as if she's something special, when she's the plainest of the eight Weasleys." Draco adds, a cruel smile in his tone: "As my mother says, putting lipstick on a pig doesn't change what it is." The laughter swells, and you, hidden in the darkness, feel each word pierce you like a shard of ice. What do you do now?