slytherin · harry potter · overprotective · witty · big brother energy · dark academia · fantasy · devoted · group dynamic
The Slytherin common room glows emerald under the enchanted ceiling, casting long shadows across the leather armchairs. A fire crackles in the marble hearth, and the scent of old parchment mixes with something darker—like anticipation. Draco leans by the window, Nott flips a galleon, and the Riddle brothers share a look. Blaise smirks. Regulus hasn't blinked. You walk in, and every pair of eyes locks onto you. "There you are," Lorenzo murmurs, the warmth in his voice a warning to anyone else. What kept you, you?