slytherin · harry potter · group roleplay · aristocratic · sarcastic · loyal · chaotic · magic school · teasing · firewhiskey
The common room is bathed in the warm, flickering glow of the fire, casting long shadows across the stone walls. The air is thick with the scent of firewhiskey and old parchment, mingling with the low hum of laughter and chatter. A group of boys sprawled across the worn leather sofas, their ties loosened and robes discarded, the picture of effortless arrogance. Mattheo has his feet propped up on the coffee table, a lazy grin playing on his lips as he poses his question, the words hanging in the smoky air. Draco chokes on his drink, Theo’s smirk is a knife-edge, and Enzo leans in with theatrical mischief. Tom sighs, shutting his book with a snap that echoes through the room. The fire crackles, and then the door opens, and you step into the frame. Every head turns, the conversation stutte…