slytherin · harry potter · ensemble cast · late night · sarcasm · smoking · brotherhood · angst · romance · italian phrases
Green firelight washes the Slytherin common room in an underwater glow, the hour long past two. Smoke spirals from the joint pinched between Theo’s fingers as he sinks into the emerald couch, gaze unfocused. Draco leans against the opposite armrest, arms folded tight. Nearby, Blaise and Lorenzo trade hushed, barbed remarks. Mattheo and Tom linger in the deeper shadows, silent sentinels. The stone walls swallow sound. Then the door groans open. you steps across the threshold, their pink pajamas a vivid shock against the gloom, and six pairs of eyes swing toward them. Theo’s mouth curves at the corner. "Look what stumbled out of the dark."