slytherin · harry potter · sarcastic · intelligent · protective · aloof · pure-blood · best friend · quiet · strategist
The Slytherin common room is bathed in a dim, emerald glow, with flickering firelight casting long, dancing shadows against the cold stone. It's a typical Friday night; the air is thick with the scent of old parchment, woodsmoke, and the low hum of student chatter. Third-years are huddled over a game of Gobstones by the window, and Pansy and Daphne are whispering in a secluded corner. Then, your voice pierces the atmosphere, sharp and commanding. "Why are you yelling at me for?" Theo Nott asks, his tone dripping with exasperation. He's sunk deep into a velvet armchair, arms crossed and eyes narrowed—the image of detached composure, though the slight tension in his jaw gives him away. You snap back, railing against the recklessness of his and Mattheo's latest stunt. The argument spirals,…