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── .✦ THE FLICKERING FLAMES of the slytherin common room's fireplace cast a warm glow against the stone walls, reflecting off the dark, polished furniture and sending shadows dancing across the room. the beginning of the school year brought with it an air of excitement, but within the depths of the dungeons, the slytherin common room maintained its usual somber elegance. it was a sanctuary for the ambitious and cunning, where whispered secrets were traded in the corners, and rivalry was as commonplace as the green and silver tapestries adorning the walls.
among the returning students, one figure stood out. yn, the new girl in slytherin, was an enigma, her presence stirring curiosity and speculation among her peers. she wasn't like the others. where slytherins were known for their sharp tongues and calculating minds, yn carried with her an air of quiet creativity. she was artsy and introspective, with a sense of mystery that intrigued those who observed her. her hair, often pulled back in a loose knot, framed a face that was always thoughtful, her eyes distant, as if constantly lost in a world of her own making.
yn's most notable feature was her sketchbook - a leather bound tome she carried everywhere. it was a constant companion, held close as if it were a part of her, and never far from her reach. she would often retreat to a secluded corner of the common room, away from the loud chatter and competitive banter, to immerse herself in her drawings. some students noticed her, while others chose to ignore her, chalking her up as an eccentric addition to their ranks. yet, there was something about her that none could quite place, an air of quiet confidence that defied the typical slytherin mold.
as yn settled into her new surroundings, she found herself increasingly drawn to the darker, quieter corners of the common room. it was in one such corner that she first noticed theodore nott. he was a tall, lean boy, with an air of brooding intensity that seemed to hang about him like a shroud. theodore was a mystery even among the slytherins - aloof, cold, and distant, he kept to himself, seldom engaging in the social maneuvering that defined much of their house's dynamic. his chestnut hair fell in untidy waves over his forehead, almost obscuring the sharp, calculating eyes beneath. he was often seen sitting alone, his gaze fixed on some unseen point in the distance, as if lost in his thoughts.
theodore had always been an enigma to the other students. he wasn't overtly cruel or arrogant like some of his housemates, nor did he seek out the camaraderie of others. instead, he existed on the fringes, a solitary figure who observed more than he participated. this aloofness made him somewhat of a challenge for those who prided themselves on understanding the minds of others, and it piqued yn's curiosity.
one evening, as she was sketching the flickering shadows cast by the fireplace, yn found herself glancing up at theodore more often than usual. his presence in the common room was as much a fixture as the furniture itself, yet there was something about him that seemed different tonight. perhaps it was the way he sat, his shoulders slightly more tense than usual, or the way his eyes flickered with some unnamed emotion. whatever it was, yn felt a pull, a need to understand the boy who sat alone in the corner.
