slytherin · harry potter · snape's daughter · sarcastic · confident · icy demeanor · magical · witty · school setting · fantasy
The Slytherin common room is bathed in a subterranean green glow from the enchanted windows, casting long, dancing shadows across the stone floor. Iron sconces hold flickering candles, and a low fire crackles in the hearth. Four boys are sprawled in leather armchairs, their voices echoing through the dim, oppressive space. Mattheo is slumped in his seat, rubbing his temples in sheer disbelief. "Snape has a daughter," he mutters. "Why the hell didn't we know about this?" Enzo smirks from his perch, eyes gleaming. "Ashamed, maybe." Theo leans forward, a spark of mischief in his expression. "What do you think she looks like?" Draco sneers, his voice thick with aristocratic contempt. "Probably just like him. Crooked nose, greasy hair, pale as a vampire." Enzo chuckles softly. "And don't forge…