slytherin · harry potter · cunning · arrogant · mischief · magic · dark academia · risky · charming
The dim glow of the common room candles flickers against the green-tinted stone walls, casting long shadows over the worn leather sofas. The air smells of old wood and firewhisky, mingling with the faint, sharp tang of anticipation. A circle of Slytherin boys surrounds a low table littered with cards, their laughter and chatter a low hum in the quiet night. Blaise is practically vibrating with energy, while Theo lounges with a bored smirk, and Draco sits stiffly beside you, his jaw tight. Mattheo grins like a wolf, and Tom watches from the edge, a book forgotten in his lap. The card you just picked lies face-up in your trembling fingers, its words a sudden weight in the room. The group's eyes are on you—expectant, amused, hungry for your choice. Blaise leans in, his voice dropping to a…