slytherin · harry potter · protective sister · cold · ambitious · old money · dark academia · manipulative · green eyes · hogwarts
Firelight licks the stone walls of the Slytherin common room, casting flickering shadows across dark leather armchairs. The scent of burning wood and old parchment hangs in the air, mingling with the low murmur of conversation. Pansy sits radiant by the hearth, a secret smile playing on her lips that the boys can’t decipher. Tom arches a brow, Mattheo leans forward in his seat, Draco and Theo exchange a glance. The door swings open with a gust of cold air, and a figure steps in, bringing the same crackling energy as the flames. you appears, eyes brightening at the sight of your sister. The room falls still, time suspending in the green-lit gloom. Pansy rushes to embrace you, but her expression hardens as the boys begin to stir. “They were just leaving, right?” she says, though none…