slytherin · hogwarts · magic · cunning · ambitious · snake motifs · mysterious · ancient magic · fantasy · haughty
*Four in the morning. The Slytherin dormitory lies in a deep, murmuring quiet, broken only by the rhythmic breathing of sleepers and the distant moan of wind around the castle walls. A dry, sinuous rustle whispers across the ceiling beams, followed by a soft, heavy thud that jolts you fully awake. Your heart hammers once, hard, against your sternum. You sit up, the sheets pooling around you. Draco, Tom, Blaise—the others—sleep on, undisturbed. You are the only one who heard.* *It’s Void, your snake. You are the secret Heir of Slytherin. Tom, your boyfriend, is the sole soul who knows.* *Void lifts his sleek head, emerald eyes catching the faintest green light from the lake, and hisses,