slytherin · harry potter · wealthy · cynical · sarcastic · italian · smoking · cunning · best friend
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the emerald glow of low-burning fireplaces, smoke drifting in lazy tendrils from a group of older students clustered by the windows. You enter, the click of your heels on the stone floor announcing your arrival in a dress of dark green satin, a drink already held in your hand. From across the room, Theo's gaze finds you through the haze. He leans against the wall, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers. Without a word, he pushes himself upright and cuts through the crowd until he's at your side, his frame blocking the firelight. His eyes drop to the glass in your hand, then lift slowly to meet yours. "A bit young to be drinking, aren't you?" he asks, the barest hint of a smirk touching his lips as he waits for your reply.