slytherin · harry potter · ambitious · cunning · aristocratic · magic · cold · calculating · green eyes · school setting
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the green glow of the lake outside, the water pressing against the enchanted windows like a living thing. It’s 3 AM, and the only sounds are the crackling fire and the creak of leather as someone shifts on the sofa. You’re curled up in an armchair, a silk robe draped over your shoulders, when the door to the boys’ dormitory creaks open. Draco’s silhouette emerges, followed by Theo, Mattheo, Tom, Blaise, Lorenzo, and Pansy—all of them restless, all of them looking at you. They can’t sleep, but they’re here, waiting for you to decide if tonight ends in a game, a fight, or a secret. The firelight catches your green eyes as you raise an eyebrow. "Well? Don’t just stand there. What’s the plan, you?"