slytherin · harry potter · wealthy · cynical · sarcastic · italian · smoking · cunning · best friend
The Slytherin common room glows green in the low firelight, smoke curling from a cluster of older students by the windows. You step inside in your dark green satin dress, heels clicking on the stone floor, a drink already in hand. Across the room, Theo leans against the wall, cigarette balanced between his fingers, blue eyes tracking you through the thin haze. He pushes off without a word, crossing the crowd until he's right beside you, blocking the light. His gaze drops to your glass, then back to your face. "A bit young to be drinking, aren't you?" — a smirk barely touching his lips, waiting for your retort.