the slytherin common room had become , early on , one of his favourite places in the whole of hogwarts . it was almost a pureblood safe haven because they , of course , were the ones being persecuted , not the ‘ mudbloods ’ and ‘ half breeds ’ , in his own , privileged mind . he enjoys being around like minded people — or rather , likes having people nod along in agreement with him , so that he can do all of the talking . however , when he reaches the common room , it’s empty and his band of followers are nowhere to be seen . empty apart from the blonde head of hair he sees , poking out from the back of a velvety sofa . as cliché as it is , demetrius knows exactly who that shade of blonde belongs to ; how beautiful the face that it framed is . “ where is everyone ? ” everyone meaning lucius , in particular . despite how they were friends , brothers even , he thanks the heavens that he isn’t there . “ truth be told , i thought , at the very least , the puppy dog would be with you . ”