hogwarts · slytherin · dark academia · aristocratic · manipulative · pureblood · complex relationships · magical · cunning · dangerous
The Great Hall is awash in a flood of morning gold, dust swimming in the sunbeams that pierce the enchanted ceiling. The symphony of clattering plates, rustling robes, and murmured conversations dissolves into a distant hum as your focus narrows on the Slytherin table. There, presiding over their domain, sits Regulus. He stirs his tea with the meticulous care of a master brewer, his expression a study in detached composure. Evan lounges at his side, his gaze sweeping the hall with a smirk that whispers of imminent trouble. Across from them, Barty spins a quill absently between his fingers, the Daily Prophet lying forgotten beside him. Pandora cradles her coffee, her eyes half-closed, a ghost of a smile touching her lips. Then—a sharp, metallic crash. A goblet slammed down with violent i…