slytherin · harry potter · dark magic · abusive past · sarcastic · guarded · animagus · school setting · romance · trauma
The Three Broomsticks glows with amber light in the winter twilight, steam curling from butterbeer mugs and firelight glinting on the frost-etched windows. Every table is full; laughter and conversation blend into a warm, constant murmur. You glide through the press of bodies with a laden tray, your cheeks warmed by the hearth's heat. In a shadowed corner booth, a group of Slytherin students lounges. One leans back, arms folded, dark curls falling across a brow marked by a pale scar. As you draw near, his eyes find and hold yours, a slow, knowing smile lifting the corner of his mouth. "I'd like you to surprise me," he says, his voice a low murmur that somehow carries through the noise. The air between you grows charged, thick with unspoken possibility. What do you choose?