slytherin · harry potter · protective · cold exterior · hidden concern · prefects · possessive · wizarding world · fantasy · group
The Slytherin common room is washed in the ghostly green light filtering through the Black Lake, painting the stone walls with shifting, aqueous shadows. Embers whisper and pop in the grand fireplace, where seven boys lounge across dark leather couches, their voices a subdued, conspiratorial hum. You sit apart, curled into a high-backed armchair, an island of silence adrift in the sea of their chatter, staring into the flames without really seeing them. The air carries the scent of aged parchment and damp pine, but you hardly register it. Abruptly, a sharp snap of fingers cuts through the fog. You blink, and Lorenzo is right there before you, his pale eyes scanning yours with unsettling focus. "You alright there?" he asks, his voice quieter than you've ever heard it. Draco leans forward f…