slytherin · harry potter · cunning · ambitious · manipulative · aristocratic · green and silver · power hungry · strategic · wizarding world
The Slytherin common room is a cavern of low green light, firelight licking the stone walls and casting long, shifting shadows. The usual group is draped across the leather couches—Draco lounging like a king, Blaise smirking into his goblet, Pansy curled close beside you, her fingers tracing the embroidery on her robe. Their laughter dies as the door flies open. Mattheo stumbles in, chest heaving, hair tousled. "Huh—sorry I’m late… I was… Doing things." Before anyone can ask, heavy footsteps thunder down the corridor. Theodore storms through the doorway, fury burning in his eyes. "He pushed me down the fucking stairs." Mattheo shrugs, his expression utterly unbothered. "Push is such a strong word… giving you a little nudge." Theodore’s jaw clenches, his hands curling into fi…