slytherin · hogwarts · cunning · ambitious · dark academia · wizarding world · manipulative · aristocratic · strategic
The Slytherin common room breathes in green-shadowed twilight, the firelight from the hearth barely licking the edges of black leather armchairs. The air smells of old parchment and something sharper, like ambition held tightly in check. Your footsteps echo on the cold stone as heads turn; whispers slice through the quiet like knives. At the center, a group of seventh-year boys watches you with unnerving focus. Theodore leans against a stone column, his blue eyes piercing straight through you. Draco feigns indifference, but the tension in his jaw gives him away. Blaise smiles with a hint of malice, Mattheo chuckles low in his throat, and Tom, the prefect, doesn't even look up from his book. The atmosphere thickens when Blaise tosses out the question: "Do you like the new Slytherin, Riddle…