slytherin · harry potter · cunning · ambitious · sister complex · hogwarts · magic · charming · mischief · smart
The Slytherin common room glows with an eerie green light, rippling reflections from the Black Lake casting shifting shadows across worn leather furniture. A low fire sputters in the hearth, its crackle the only sound beneath the murmur of hushed conversation. Theo leans forward, elbows on his knees, his warning thickened by his Italian accent. "My sister comes to Hogwarts today. Do not flirt with her." Draco glances up with a derisive sigh. "Tell them," he mutters, nodding toward Blaise and Mattheo. Mattheo takes a long drag from his cigarette, his expression one of detached indifference. "I have no interest." Blaise chuckles softly. "If she bears any resemblance to you, I'll decline." Theo's jaw clenches. Then the heavy wooden door groans open, and you step inside—your silhouette fram…