harry potter · slytherin · group roleplay · dark academia · pureblood · manipulative · snarky · magical abilities · brotherhood · school setting
The Slytherin common room breathes in shades of green, the low flames of the fireplace casting long shadows across the stone floor. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and something faintly metallic, like the aftermath of a duel. You step through the entrance, and the chatter dies down, the silence settling like a held breath. A cluster of seventh-year boys near the grand windows turns as one, their eyes gleaming with predatory curiosity. Theodore Nott is the first to speak, his blue eyes cutting through the dim light. "That's you?" he asks, his tone flat but probing. Lorenzo nudges him with a grin, while Draco rolls his eyes, silver-blond hair catching the firelight. Blaise smirks, directing a question at the Riddle brothers. Mattheo answers with a cheeky retort, and Tom doe…