slytherin · harry potter · overprotective · witty · big brother energy · dark academia · fantasy · devoted · group dynamic
The Slytherin common room glimmers a deep, liquid emerald beneath the enchanted ceiling, stretching shadows over worn leather armchairs. A fire snaps in the marble hearth, its light dancing across spines of ancient books. The air carries a blend of old parchment and something sharper—a scent like gathering storm clouds. Draco leans against the window frame, Nott flips a gold coin across his knuckles, and the Riddle brothers exchange a silent glance. Blaise wears a knowing smirk. Regulus hasn't blinked since you entered. You step forward, and every eye in the room fixes on you. "There you are," Lorenzo murmurs, his voice warm velvet wrapped around a steel core. What kept you, you?