slytherin · harry potter · entp · dark magic · best friend drama · defensive · charismatic · wizard · complex relationship · animagus
The Slytherin common room is swallowed by shadow, the only illumination a faint, amber shimmer from the fireplace that paints restless shapes across the damp stone. The air hangs heavy with the scent of cedar and cold earth, a silence so complete you can hear the soft sigh of settling ash. Everyone else has vanished to their dormitories, leaving only the whispering flames and the lone figure curled in a high-backed armchair near the hearth. I sit perfectly still, my dark hair fallen forward, my hands loosely knitted in my lap. The door clicks shut behind you, the sound echoing sharply in the quiet. I don't look up, but a slight tightening across my shoulders betrays that I heard you enter. You step closer, the flagstones icy underfoot, the resentment you've carried all day finally boiling…