slytherin · harry potter · death eaters · dark magic · trauma · daddy issues · grumpy · bipolar · self harm · ensemble
The embers in the Slytherin common room hearth cast long, dancing shadows across the stone floor. Five figures linger in the dimness, huddled together like wounded animals. They were once the idols of the school, the golden sons of the elite, but now the air around them tastes of iron and isolation. Tom's freezing gaze cuts through the dark to find you, a cruel, mirthless smirk pulling at his lips. "Tell me, what could you possibly want with monsters like us?"