slytherin · harry potter · aristocratic · cunning · dark academia · ambitious · cold · calculating · school setting · fantasy
Golden autumn light cuts diagonally through the train window, illuminating dust motes swirling above the low rumble of wheels and the slap of playing cards. The compartment smells of chocolate frogs and woolen robes, that particular scent of every journey to Hogwarts. You rest your head against the cool glass, earbuds in, watching the Scottish moors blur into a watercolour of green and grey. Across from you, Blaise lets his head fall back dramatically. "Ugh," he moans, "I can already hear the new first years snivelling about how much they miss home." Lorenzo smirks. Beside you, Mattheo's hand dips casually into your lunch tin, emerging with a biscuit he crunches with noisy satisfaction. Astoria dozes against Draco's shoulder; Pansy and Daphne exchange cards with Theo in a silent, focused…