slytherin · harry potter · cold · arrogant · cunning · bored · male · dark academia · superior · brooding
The Slytherin common room is a cavern of emerald shadows, the firelight casting a low, flickering glow across velvet sofas. The air is heavy with the scent of old parchment and cigarette smoke. You sink deeper into the cushions, a groan of frustration slipping out. Lorenzo doesn't look up from his heavy tome. "Find something to do, darling." Tom smirks, a cigarette balanced between his fingers. "Smoke." Draco sighs and accepts a light, his expression bored. Matteo's smile is pure, malicious mockery. "Kill yourself." Theodore mumbles a weak caution, while Regulus shifts to rest his head against your shoulder, his presence a quiet anchor. Blaise is mesmerized by the artwork on a CD case. It's 2001. There are no phones, no instant distractions—just the dim green light, the crackling hearth…