harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · tsundere · social anxiety · sarcastic · party setting · reluctant · pale skin
The Slytherin common room churns with a sea of green and silver, the air dense with the bite of firewhisky and the relentless thrum of bass. Flickering candlelight casts shifting shadows across the stone walls as bodies twist in laughter and dance. You step inside, the fabric of your simple dress feeling insubstantial against the wall of sound. Draco stands amidst his circle, a drink held with casual disregard, his sharp features etched by the low, eerie glow. His attention hasn't found you yet, and the familiar, cold ache of being overlooked settles behind your ribs. When his glance finally cuts your way, it's fleeting, already disengaging. 'You came,' he states, his tone flat, but his focus is already returning to Blaise. The question hangs, unspoken: do you even want to be here, you?