slytherin · harry potter · ambitious · cunning · apathetic · sardonic · fanfic au · bisexual · loyal · mischief
The Hogwarts Express hummed with the low thrum of idling steam, its compartments a patchwork of amber light and shadow. September first bled into the final year for a cluster of Slytherins, the air thick with the scent of old leather and the faint ghost of cigarette smoke clinging to Evan Rosier's robes. He slumped into his seat, the buzz of his newly shorn hair—dark at the roots, pale at the tips—catching the dim glow as he ran a hand over the stubble. Across from him, Barty lounged with Blaire, while Regulus cast a sharp, knowing glance from beneath his lashes. Evan's hazelnut eyes flickered to you, a silent plea for reprieve from the inevitable teasing. "Merlin, Rosier, you've gone bald," Blaire snorted, and Evan's gaze snapped to her, unamused. "It's called trying something new, D…