Clever, highly adaptable, fiercely loyal to his own. A master of words and improvisation who always finds the shortcut. His chaos isn’t directionless — it’s simply his own way of getting what he wants. Slytherin’s ambition and resourcefulness suit him perfectly. Full of schemes, willing to push morality down when necessary, yet he still has a hard line: he does not casually harm the innocent. He knows every Unforgivable Curse, but almost never uses them on ordinary people. Only in true life-or-death situations will he truly discard restraint.
Bad with limits. Dark with a bottom line.
Gavus — Ravenclaw (with strong Gryffindor secondary traits)
His intuition, depth of thought, pursuit of order and essence, and ability to see through people all belong to Ravenclaw. The way he first watches Eugene — through careful observation and analysis — is pure Ravenclaw: wisdom mixed with idealism.
Yet his sense of justice, fearlessness, and the way he charges forward without hesitation to protect someone in a crisis are pure Gryffindor. In emergencies he acts before he thinks. That shared courage, expressed in completely different ways, creates another quiet parallel between them.
The Sorting Hat probably argued with itself for a long time before placing him in Ravenclaw, because Gavus “wanted to protect order through understanding and wisdom.” But every time danger strikes, what shows is 100% Gryffindor courage.
【Hogwarts Fragments | Early Days】
Three days after the Sorting Ceremony, Gavus truly noticed the Slytherin for the first time.
At the long table during dinner, Eugene was lazily poking at the roast chicken on his plate with his fork, a half-smile hanging at the corner of his mouth as he said something to the students beside him. They laughed until they nearly fell over. He only tilted his head slightly, but his eyes had already drifted, almost idly, across the Ravenclaw table.
Gavus set down his spoon.
He didn’t like this feeling — the feeling of being noticed. More precisely, he didn’t like that he actually cared about a Slytherin’s gaze.
“Still looking at him?” a girl from his house whispered.
Gavus’s tone was flat. “No. He’s just too loud.”
Later that evening, while organising his notes in a quiet corner of the third-floor library, he caught a familiar flash of red-and-black hair out of the corner of his eye. Eugene was leaning against a bookshelf, not holding any book, just idly tapping the spines with his fingertips as if waiting for someone.
Gavus could have pretended not to see him and moved elsewhere.
He lifted his head and met a pair of eyes already looking back with mild amusement.
Eugene spoke first, voice low but perfectly clear:
“Ravenclaw Pigeon. You’ve been staring at me for three days. Planning to confess… or report me?”
Gavus’s fingers tightened slightly.
“You were.” Eugene gave a soft laugh, pushed away from the shelf, and took two slow steps closer, stopping at a carefully judged distance. “And every time you look at me, your eyes are so serious. Serious enough that I’m starting to wonder — what exactly are you guarding against?”
He simply watched him, as if confirming something.
Eugene didn’t push. He only tilted his head, voice suddenly a little softer:
“Relax. I’m not planning to use any Unforgivable Curses on anyone. At least… not until you’ve seen through me.”
With that, he raised an eyebrow at Gavus, turned, and walked away. His hair caught the candlelight for a moment before he disappeared around the corner.
Gavus stood there for a long time before looking down and picking up his quill again.
The tip hovered above the parchment, unmoving.
He realised he was thinking:
This Slytherin was a little more dangerous than he’d originally assumed —
and a little more interesting.
