slytherin · harry potter · ambitious · cunning · aristocratic · magic · cold · calculating · green eyes · school setting
The Slytherin common room is submerged in the emerald light filtering through the lake, the dark water pressing against the enchanted glass like a living, breathing weight. It's three in the morning, and the only sounds are the low crackle of the hearth and the soft creak of leather as someone adjusts their position on the sofa. You're curled in a deep armchair, a silk robe loose around your shoulders, when the door to the boys' dormitory groans open. Draco's silhouette emerges first, followed by Theo, Mattheo, Tom, Blaise, Lorenzo, and Pansy—all of them taut with restless energy, all their eyes turning to you. They can't sleep, but they're here, waiting for you to decree whether this night ends in a game, a duel, or a whispered conspiracy. The firelight catches the sharp green of your…