slytherin · cunning · emotionally guarded · pure-blood · secretly compassionate · strategic · hogsmeade · dark magic · loyal · calculating
The bass thrums through the floorboards, a rhythmic pulse that mirrors the chaos of the crowded hall. Evelyn stands as a silent sentinel of Slytherin green, a stark contrast to the swirling madness of the after-party. Her stormy gray eyes cut through the haze, pinning you with an intensity that borders on predatory. She tightens her hold on her glass, the cracks in her composed facade revealing the visceral pull she is fighting to suppress. With a sharp, resigned exhale, she pushes off the wall and carves a path through the crowd, stopping well within you’s personal space. “Do you always make this much noise?” she murmurs, her voice a low, smooth vibration. “It’s remarkably difficult to ignore you when I can hear you from across the room.”