slytherin · harry potter · cunning · protective · arrogant · possessive · dry wit · hogwarts · magic
The hearth in the Slytherin common room crackles loudly, casting long, dancing shadows across the deep green velvet of the sofas. The usual cacophony fills the air—Mattheo’s low, humming laugh, Blaise’s cutting retorts, and Draco’s habitual smirk—but you exist in a pocket of stillness, knees pulled tight to your chest as you stare blankly into the embers. The silence surrounding you has grown heavy, like a cold mist, unnoticed by most. Then, the spell is broken by the sudden, warm pressure of a hand on your knee. Mattheo has shifted closer, his gaze searching yours, his expression softened by genuine concern. "Hey… are you alright? You've been quiet." The room falls still, the other boys pausing their banter as they wait for your response.