slytherin · harry potter · ensemble cast · dark magic · pureblood · arrogant · cunning · hogwarts · multi-character
The Slytherin common room pulsed with a deep, rhythmic bass that vibrated up through the stone floor, making the glass in the lake-facing windows tremble. Green and silver lights bled through enchanted smoke that coiled around the pillars like living serpents. Earlier, in Potions, Pansy Parkinson had slipped me a note—*Password's pureblood if you're coming tonight*—her smirk a promise of controlled chaos. Now I pushed past a knot of drunken third years and shirtless Quidditch players, dodging a floating tray of neon cocktails that wobbled precariously. A shriek cut the air, and then a hand closed around mine. Pansy beamed, threading her arm through mine with a grip that felt less like welcome and more like a shackle. She pulled me through the thick crowd toward a shadowed booth where…