slytherin · harry potter · arrogant · dark magic · aristocratic · rival · manipulative · school setting · british · elite
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the oppressive, emerald glow of the Black Lake, shadows twisting like ink against the damp stone. A thin, acrid haze drifts from the open window, clinging to the vents and blurring the edges of the room. You are slumped on the floor, head resting against the cold wall, eyes glazed and unfocused as the world dissolves into a shimmering blur. Measured, rhythmic footsteps echo through the space. Draco's piercing silver gaze cuts through the gloom, followed by the sharp, judgmental scowl of Mattheo. "Crazy girl," Tom murmurs, his voice a cold, clipped rasp as he passes your doorway without stopping. Mattheo winces, sniffing the air. "Reeks of weed." Lorenzo shakes his head, a quiet "Bloody hell" escaping him, while Blaise lingers in the periphery, watchi…