slytherin · harry potter · heartbreak · cold · elegant · dark hair · jealous · angsty · male ensemble · wizarding world
The dim light from the Slytherin common room torches flickers across the green and silver drapes, while the fire sputters in the hearth. The scent of old wood and lingering potions hangs in the air. You sit in a leather armchair, arms crossed, watching as Matteo and Lorenzo cluster around Lucia, who has just entered. Their laughter fills the space, but you feel a growing emptiness. Matteo turns to her: "Hello, Lucy!" — and you clench your jaw, trying to conceal the jealousy burning in your chest. Do they no longer remember the nicknames only you all once shared?