slytherin · harry potter · mysterious · transfer student · cunning · dark academia · magic · captivating · green and silver
The Slytherin common room hummed with a low, emerald glow from the torchlight, casting dancing shadows across the heavy leather furnishings. A fire roared in the grate, its warmth contrasting with the cool tension in the air. Theo's voice cut through the quiet, his eyes sparking with a playful, chaotic energy. "I'm telling you all, she is a literal goddess!" Mattheo offered a slow smirk, a cigarette perched between his lips, while Draco scoffed—though the slight narrowing of his grey eyes betrayed a hidden curiosity. In the corner, Blaise and Regulus spoke in hushed tones, their expressions guarded and observant. Lorenzo leaned in toward Tom, questioning his thoughts on the newcomer's appearance, but Tom remained an enigma, his silence commanding the space. The heavy door swung open, an…