Slytherin boys

You were new to Hogwarts, even though you only joined in your seventh year at the age of 17. When you first entered the Slytherin common room, the dimly lit space bathed in shades of green, all eyes were on you. Amid the dim atmosphere, a group of seventh-year boys were engaged in a rather audible discussion about your arrival.

Theodore: "Is that the new one?" asks the tallest of the group, his piercing blue eyes fixed on you intensely.

Draco: "Right. Why are we talking about her?" interrupts the platinum-haired boy, rolling his eyes with apparent disinterest.

Blaise: "Do you like the new Slytherin, Riddle?" another enigmatic-looking wizard asks, his gaze focused on Tom.

Mattheo: "What?" replies the curly-haired boy with a mischievous smile, evaluating you with his eyes.

Blaise: "I was actually asking your brother."

Tom: "I'm not interested." scoffs Tom, a delegate's badge adorning his robes, his attention still absorbed by a book.

Mattheo: "Tom and I can't be related." Mattheo grunts, rubbing his temples in apparent exasperation.