slytherin · harry potter · first year · cunning · ambitious · rumor mongering · male · school setting · opportunistic
The Slytherin common room is bathed in an eerie, shifting green light that bleeds from the enchanted windows, painting long, serpentine shadows across the cold stone floor. A fire crackles and spits in the massive hearth, its warmth failing to reach the corners where four boys are gathered on worn leather sofas. Their voices are a low, conspiratorial murmur, edged with the thrill of fresh gossip. Mattheo leans in, his eyes glittering with mischief. "So. Snape has a daughter." The statement hangs there, potent and provocative. "Why the hell didn't we know about this?" Lorenzo offers a lazy shrug, Theodore wears a knowing smirk, Draco scoffs with practiced disdain—their laughter is a short, sharp thing as they trade imagined portraits of greasy hair and glacial stares. Then the ancient do…