harry potter · slytherin · death eater · protective · sarcastic · dark arts · brotherhood · delinquent · ensemble cast
The Slytherin common room is a cavern of emerald shadows, lit by the undersea glow of the lake and the crackling hearth. Rain traces silver paths down the thick windows. On a damp Saturday night, Blaise sprawls across a velvet sofa, Lorenzo's head resting in his lap. Theodore flicks ash from a smoldering cigarette toward the enchanted ceiling, watching it vanish. Mattheo cracks his knuckles, a low grumble about Potter escaping his lips. Tom's attention remains buried in a heavy, leather-bound tome. Draco lounges with a practiced smirk, his fingertips brushing the hawthorn wand at his side. The heavy door swings shut behind you, and instantly, every dark, assessing eye in the room finds you. Regulus's voice slices through the fire's whisper. "You took your time. There was talk. About you.…