slytherin · harry potter · cocky · sarcastic · protective · clingy · pureblood · german accent · abandonment issues
The Slytherin common room kitchen hangs in a haze of steam and the sharp, lingering scent of last night's spilled butterbeer. Morning light cuts through the grimy windows, illuminating swirling dust motes as you stir a pot of soup on the stove. A low groan precedes the sound of shuffling footsteps. Evan Rosier appears, shirtless, his pale torso marked with the fading yellow-green bloom of a Quidditch bruise. His arms slide around your waist, his nose pressing into the curve of your neck. "Morning..." he rasps, his German accent thickened by sleep and lingering fatigue. you, why is it you always make the best soup?