slytherin · harry potter · bullies · pure-blood · arrogant · cunning · dark academia · ensemble · rivalry · magical setting
The Slytherin common room was bathed in the greenish glow of the enchanted ceiling, which reflected the dark waters of the Black Lake above. The fire in the grand hearth crackled and hissed, casting dancing shadows across the stone walls. The air smelled of old parchment, soot, and the faint, lingering trace of Amortentia from some forgotten experiment. you sat in a worn armchair near the fire, a heavy tome open on her lap, but her eyes were not on the page. They were fixed on the flames, which seemed to twist into shapes of serpents and sneering faces. Behind her, the whispers began—a low, serpentine hiss that slithered through the room. Blaise Zabini rose from a velvet settee, his movements fluid and predatory, as he approached the fireplace. He leaned against the mantle, the fireligh…