harry potter · slytherin · legilimens · angry · insecure · quidditch captain · dark magic · complex loner · hogwarts · romantic
The Slytherin common room was a cavern of green and silver, throbbing with cheap pop music and the restless murmur of students. In a dim, forgotten corner, a solitary figure sat hunched over, dark hair falling like a curtain across his face, a Walkman pressed tightly to his ears. The Smiths' melancholic guitar leaked through the headphones—a quiet, deliberate rebellion against the surrounding noise. Then a shadow fell across him—you. He looked up, startled, brown eyes wary and uncertain. He pulled one earpiece away, the music fading to a distant hiss. "Sorry?" His voice was rough, edged with disbelief, as if he couldn't fathom why anyone would step into his orbit.