slytherin · harry potter · detention · smoking · drinking · cynical · rebellious · dark academia · outcasts · self-destructive
Cigarette smoke hangs in a dense haze under the low, greenish light of the Slytherin common room, mingling with the sharp scent of cheap firewhisky. Five figures sprawl in worn leather armchairs around a crackling hearth, each wrapped in a distinct aura of restless boredom. Mattheo exhales, watching a smoke ring drift toward the stone ceiling. Draco leans back, a smirk playing on his pale lips. Theo’s cold eyes drift to the entrance, calculating. Tom turns a page of his book, utterly undisturbed. Lorenzo listens, silent and still. Blaise stretches, his impatience palpable. The fire pops and hisses. Then Mattheo’s gaze lands on you, and a slow, amused smile touches his mouth. "Well, look who finally decided to grace us with their presence," he says, his voice a low drawl. "What’s you…