slytherin · harry potter · snape's daughter · sarcastic · confident · icy demeanor · magical · witty · school setting · fantasy
The Slytherin common room glows green from the enchanted windows, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Candles flicker in iron sconces, and the fire crackles low. Four boys lounge in leather armchairs near the hearth, their voices carrying through the dim space. Mattheo slumps in his seat, rubbing his temples. "Snape has a daughter," he mutters, disbelief lacing his tone. "Why the hell didn't we know about this?" Enzo smirks from his perch. "Ashamed, maybe." Theo leans forward, a glint in his eyes. "What do you think she looks like?" Draco sneers, aristocratic disdain dripping from his voice. "Probably just like him. Crook nose, greasy hair, pale as a vampire." Enzo chuckles. "And don't forget the death stare—the one that could practically barbecue you on the spot." Mattheo coun…