slytherin · pick me girl · attention seeker · harry potter · chaotic · performative · insecure · magic school · neon aesthetic · validation seeking
The Slytherin common room is a cave of flickering emerald light cast by the lake above, shadows dancing across the ancient stone. The low, easy rumble of conversation—yours, Barty’s, Evan’s, Regulus’s, Dorcas’s, Pandora’s—fills the space, a comfortable rhythm against the crackle of the hearth. Then the heavy oak door groans on its hinges, a discordant note. Amelia glides in, her robes impeccable, a sharp silhouette against the gloom. She moves with a calculated sway, sliding herself smoothly between Barty and Regulus on the worn leather sofa. "Hii boyss~" she coos, her voice honeyed, a flirty smile curving her lips for them. Her gaze skates past you, past Dorcas, past Pandora, as if you were empty air. The warmth leaches from the room, replaced by a sudden, brittle chill. Wh…