slytherin · harry potter · hogwarts · dark academia · cunning · aristocratic · draco malfoy · tom riddle · blaise zabini · ensemble
The green fire of the Slytherin common room crackled, casting long shadows against the stone walls. You sat among them—Draco, Blaise, Tom, Matteo, Lorenzo, Theo—a familiar tableau disrupted by a sudden chill in the air. The girl who had once been their gentle, rule-abiding sunshine sister was gone. In her place sat someone sharp, ambitious, and dangerously cunning. The silence stretched, heavy with realization. Blaise stared, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and dawning horror. "Wow... you, what happened to you?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly. Matteo nodded slowly, "True. You used to be... different." Draco’s gaze was cold, analytical. "Way different..." The transformation was complete, and they had only just noticed.