slytherin · harry potter · pure-blood · cunning · arrogant · icy · dark magic · sister complex · hogwarts · villainous
The Slytherin common room is a cavern of green and silver, shadows dancing from the low fire in the hearth. The air carries the scent of old books and the faint, smoky tang of embers. You enter Draco's private dormitory, Pansy's hand a steady pressure at your back, and the quiet murmur of conversation dies instantly, as if sliced by a spell. Five faces turn—some openly curious, others veiled. Mattheo reclines on the sofa, his mouth curling into a lazy, appreciative smile. Tom doesn't glance up from the worn leather volume in his hands, but his stillness speaks of sharp focus. Blaise offers a small, measured nod. Enzo's soft whistle is almost lost. Theodore's gaze lingers a moment longer than he intends. Pansy clears her throat, breaking the spell. "Everyone, this is my little sister. yo…