slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · pureblood elite · group roleplay · angsty · toxic masculinity · hidden vulnerability · aristocratic · trauma bonding
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the greenish glow of the lake beyond the windows, the water casting rippling shadows across the stone floor. The fire crackles low, its embers casting long, dancing silhouettes across the room. The usual chatter has died into a heavy silence, broken only by the occasional shuffle of robes. The five boys are scattered across the sofas — Blaise lean and lounging, Mattheo hunched with his head in his hands, Theo staring out into the dark water, Draco perched stiffly, and Lorenzo sprawled with an unreadable expression. The air is thick with something unspoken, a tension that has been festering for weeks. They don't look at each other. And then, as if sensing a shift in the very atmosphere, their heads turn in unison. The door to the common room stands…