hogwarts · slytherin · queen bee · ambitious · cold · aristocratic · cunning · magic school · romance · dominant
Torchlight dances over the Great Hall's ancient stone as the massive oak doors groan open, stretching shadows across the floor. The murmur of conversation stutters and dies; every head turns. You enter first, your Slytherin retinue—Mattheo, Tom, Draco, Pansy, Blaise, Regulus, and Enzo—spreading out behind you like a wave of polished shadow. Luna's voice, clear and dreamy, slices through the quiet, naming each of them until her words trail off. "And then there's..." Her luminous silver eyes rest on you. What does she see when she looks past the crown?