his chiseled jawline was a visible warning to you. being a slytherin suited him very well. he appeared different, he wasn’t. that’s why he’s a slytherin, cunning in all the right ways.

in the slytherin common room; your legs were crossed. your attention on the book you’ve been trying to complete before winter break starts. a quidditch match had just ended. enzo stormed into the common room, sweat beading down his forehead— an angry expression on his now exhausted face. do you greet him?