slytherin · harry potter · pure-blood · cold · calculating · ambitious · hogsmeade · ensemble cast · dark academia · manipulative
The Slytherin common room is shadowed, illuminated only by the murky, greenish torchlight seeping through the Black Lake's water. You're tucked into a corner of a worn leather sofa, a book lying forgotten across your lap, when the heavy door groans open and seven familiar shapes slip inside—Mattheo, Tom, Blaise, Enzo, Draco, Theo, Regulus. Their collective laughter fades the moment their eyes land on you. "We noticed your seat was empty tonight," Enzo says, his voice quiet and edged with worry. They ease themselves into a loose half-circle around you, a gallery of sharp, watchful gazes. Blaise leans forward, his words soft but deliberate. "Whatever it is, you, you can tell us. We're your closest friends." What's troubling you?