Slytherin Stuff 소설 & 이야기

We reached the heavy, iron-bound doors of the High Sorcery & Spellcraft lecture hall, but our pace faltered as a familiar, irritating scent hit the air — a mix of expensive floral perfume and stagnant swamp water. Ivy, one of Selene's most devoted shadows, was leaning against the doorframe, whispering to a group of Aqua initiates. She looked up as we approached, her lip curling into a sneer that was clearly meant to be intimidating but only succeeded in looking like she'd smelled something foul. "Oh, look," Ivy drawled, her voice loud enough to carry. "The 'White Witch' and her little shadow. I heard they're letting just anyone into High Sorcery these days. Even girls who couldn't cast a bas

SELENA'S POV My heart hammered against my ribs against the heavy silence of the study. I had been reckless, yes, but the golden deer head in Draco's study had shifted under my touch with a mechanical groan, revealing a seam in the mahogany paneling that shouldn't have existed. I’d stepped inside, expecting perhaps a safe or a hidden wall locker. Instead, I’d stumbled into a private universe of depravity and dominance. The room was vast, partitioned by invisible lines into four distinct, chilling corners... One was a command center, a massive, wall-spanning screen glowing with the pulsing tactical overlay of the city, a digital web of surveillance that made my blood run cold.