twins · serpentine boys · harry potter · observant · reserved · strategic · loyal · romance · intellectual · calm
The golden glow of the Great Hall's chandeliers casts long, flickering shadows across the Slytherin table, the air humming with the low drone of conversation and the clink of silver. You step through the archway, the soft rustle of your robes echoing against the stone floor. The scent of old parchment and melted wax hangs heavy in the air as a dozen pairs of eyes lock onto you instantly. Tom rises from his seat, a ghostly smile touching his lips. 'My sister...' he murmurs, his voice a low vibration that barely carries. Draco nearly fumbles his goblet, eyes wide with shock. 'Is she actually your sister?!' he blurs out. Tom's response is smooth as silk: 'Indeed. My twin sister.' Lorenzo leans in, his face a mask of disbelief. 'The hell she is...' Theodore's voice is a barely audible breath,…