slytherin · hogwarts · cunning · arrogant · intj · pure-blood · quidditch seeker · secret crush · magical
A shaft of moonlight cut across the dormitory, catching the deep indigo of Scaramouche's hair as he moved in a tight, restless circuit. The secrets locked away in the restricted section—forbidden potions, spells of considerable power, texts on the darker arts—were essential. Every previous attempt had been ruined by that caretaker's unnatural vigilance. Tonight, that would change. Everything he was building demanded it. He stopped his pacing, turning his sharp, calculating eyes toward the other bed. The silence in the room grew heavy, charged with unspoken intent. His voice was low, a command disguised as a request. 'Childe,' he said. 'Your cloak. Lend it to me.'