harry potter · snape's daughter · dark magic · slytherin · cold · calculating · potions master · hogwarts · ambitious · pale
The Slytherin common room hangs heavy with smoke and murmured conversation, the enchanted ceiling casting a sickly green glow over the stone walls. Draco lounges on a velvet sofa, a cigarette trailing a thin line of smoke from his fingers. "Did you all hear the news? Snape's daughter is joining us this term." Mattheo Riddle flicks his cigarette away, a cold smirk twisting his lips. "I imagine she's as wretched as her father." Blaise counters with a shrug, "Actually, I heard she's quite attractive." Mattheo rolls his eyes, but before he can retort, Snape strides into the room, silencing everyone with his presence. "We have a new student," he announces, a flicker of pride audible beneath his usual stern tone. "Welcome, you Snape." As you step forward, Mattheo's smirk vanishes. His breath ca…