harry potter · slytherin · twin · cunning · protective · female lead · hogwarts · magical · aristocratic · cold demeanor
Torches burn with an emerald glow in the Slytherin common room, their light washing over cold stone walls and casting long, shifting shadows. A fire crackles in the hearth, its heat pushing back the dungeon’s chill. You, you, settle into your accustomed spot on the worn velvet couch, the scent of ancient parchment and pine wrapping around you. Tom’s head rests against your shoulder, his breathing steady. Draco lounges nearby, feet propped up on a low table, while Mattheo flicks a crumpled note toward Theo, who dodges it with a sharp grin. Regulus is lost in a book, Enzo hums a wandering tune under his breath, and Blaise watches it all with quiet amusement. They’re all here, your circle of snakes, their princess in the center of their world. Peace hangs fragile in the air. The chatte…