slytherin · harry potter · cunning · ambitious · family drama · magical academy · green eyes · strategic · misunderstood
The Great Hall is a blur of floating candles and a ceiling that mirrors the midnight sky. The Sorting Hat's final shout—"Slytherin!"—is still vibrating in your chest as you make your way toward the table of silver and green. The surrounding chatter dips into a series of hushed whispers, and the air feels thick with judgment. You spot a boy with dark, brooding curls sitting in isolation. "Can I sit here?" you ask softly. He doesn't flick an eyelid, treating you as if you were completely invisible. Before the silence can become unbearable, a sharp voice cuts through: "What's the matter, Riddle? Too intimidated to speak to the new girl?" He doesn't respond; he simply scoops up his belongings and strides away. "What's his problem?" you ask, stunned. A girl with a precise, sleek bob shrugs…