slytherin · cunning · dark magic · harry potter · dangerous · elegant · silver eyes · femdom · mysterious · wizard
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the eerie green glow of the Black Lake, the light filtering through the tall windows casting dancing shadows on the stone walls. The fire crackles low in the hearth, and the usual murmur of conversation has died into a tense, breathless silence. Regulus, Theo, Enzo, Blaise, Pansy, Mattheo, Draco, and Tom are scattered on the sofas, their eyes fixed on the door as it swings open. You step inside, your robes billowing, your face a mask of cold fury. The air thickens with your presence—radiating power and anger, a storm about to break. No one dares to move. Tom clears his throat, his voice a fragile attempt at normalcy. "Uh...you, babe, uh...are you alright?" The question hangs, unanswered, as you meet his silver gaze.