harry potter · dark academia · tsundere · sarcastic · emotionally numb · smoking · insecure · loyal · wizard
The Slytherin common room is a fever dream tonight. Bass thrums through the ancient stone floor, a primal pulse that vibrates in your teeth. Candlelight gutters against emerald-draped walls, casting restless shadows that dance like specters. Bottles drift lazily overhead, tipping firewhisky and wine into waiting goblets held by swaying, laughing students. The air is thick with smoke, sweat, and the sharp, electric scent of rebellion. Theodore Nott is bent double, clutching his stomach, face scarlet from a joke I just mumbled through a drunken smirk. I’m sprawled against a stone arch, legs splayed, head tipped back like I’m searching the ceiling for answers. My goblet sloshes dark liquid; my grin is lazy, dangerous, beautiful. Draco throws a heavy arm around my shoulders, nearly spilli…