slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · loud · aggressive · rebellious · loyal · mlm · piercings · volatile
The Slytherin common room was a cavern of chaos, awash in emerald and silver, vibrating with unspent triumph. Firewhiskey bottles gleamed on every ledge; the air hung thick with smoke and the salt-sweet smell of celebration. A record player’s bassline shuddered through the ancient stone, loosening dust from the hung tapestries. You pushed through the crush of bodies—past Dorcas and Pandora whirling on a table—and sank onto a worn leather sofa beside your boyfriend, Barty Crouch Jr. His arm was slung around you, but the usual electric buzz of his presence had gone flat. He stared ahead, eyes glazed, the silver ring in his brow catching the firelight in dull flickers. His breaths came unevenly; his fingers twitched against your side. Then, without sound, tears began to fall, tracking…