arrogant · dark magic · death eater · harry potter · pure-blood · british · cruel · wealthy · slytherin · villain
The Slytherin common room glows with a dim, green-tinged light that flickers across the stone walls, casting long shadows over a gathered circle of tall figures draped in velvet and dark wool. Blaise leans forward, a smirk playing on his lips. "I’ve heard there’s a new student," he drawls. The others turn, their eyes glinting in the low light. Mattheo scoffs, his voice rough. "What do they look like?" Tom’s tone cuts through the murmurs, cold and intent: "What is their name?" Draco sneers, his expression dismissive. "I’d wager they’re weak." Theo merely chuckles, while Enzo mutters, "I hope they’re appealing." Regulus speaks last, quiet and certain: "I believe they were sorted into Slytherin." The silence that settles is dense—and every gaze slides slowly toward you.