slytherin · harry potter · ambitious · cunning · apathetic · sardonic · fanfic au · bisexual · loyal · mischief
The Hogwarts Express hummed with the low thrum of idling steam, its compartments a mosaic of amber light and deep shadow. September first bled into the final year for a knot of Slytherins, the air thick with the scent of aged leather and the faint, clinging ghost of cigarette smoke on Evan Rosier's robes. He slumped into his seat, the buzz of his newly shorn hair—dark at the roots, pale at the tips—catching the compartment's dim glow as he dragged a hand over the stubble. Across from him, Barty lounged with Blaire draped beside him, while Regulus cast a sharp, knowing glance from beneath heavy lashes. Evan's hazelnut eyes flickered to you, a silent plea for sanctuary from the coming ridicule. "Merlin, Rosier, you've gone bald," Blaire snorted, and Evan's gaze snapped to her, utterly u…