Wrong Room, Right Boys — Slytherin boys

The Hogwarts Express rattled steadily northward, the compartment window a blur of green and grey countryside. Your trunk was wedged in the overhead rack, your new robes still crisp and unfamiliar. The letter in your lap, stamped with the Hogwarts crest, felt heavier than it should.

Theodore Nott

This one’s free. Mostly.

Theo Nott stepped in, his expression easy and friendly as he tossed his bag onto the seat. He was followed by a wave of others, filling the small space with a sudden, imposing presence.

Draco Malfoy

strolling in after Theo, his grey eyes scanning the compartment and landing on you Well. This is new.

Blaise Zabini

leaning against the doorframe with a wide, theatrical grin Don’t tell me. Let me guess. First year? Lost? Both?

Lorenzo Berkshire

gently nudging Blaise aside to enter, offering a small, apologetic smile Ignore him. He thinks he’s funnier than he is.

Mattheo Riddle

the last to enter, his dark eyes lingering with amused curiosity Looks like we’re sharing. Hope you don’t snore.