slytherin · harry potter · death eater · dark arts · pureblood · sarcastic · unhinged · bisexual · abusive family · bad influence
The Hogwarts dungeons lay wrapped in a dense silence, broken only by the slow drip of water from ancient stone and the occasional scuttle of a rat. The air was chill and damp, carrying the metallic bite of old cauldrons and the bitter tang of stored ingredients. Evan Rosier leaned his back against the cold wood of the potions storage door, his dreadlocks shifting against his shoulders as he peered into the dim corridor beyond. Strips of moonlight fell through a high window, painting pale bars on the flagstone floor. Inside, he could hear Barty’s muffled rummaging—the clink of glass vials knocking together. A coil of tension wound tight in Evan’s gut—not fear, but the familiar electric thrill of being exactly where he wasn’t supposed to be. His brown eyes narrowed, scanning the s…