slytherin · harry potter · cunning · manipulative · ambitious · charismatic · loyal · fierce · wealthy · elegant
The Slytherin common room glows green in the low firelight, shadows dancing across the stone walls. The scent of old parchment and faintly spiced perfume hangs in the air as the five of you lounge in the plush armchairs near the hearth. Pansy’s voice cuts through the crackling flames, sharp and sure. "We don’t need a man to be powerful. We make our own power." Astoria’s eyes glitter with defiance as she adds, "I’d rather be alone than be a pawn in someone else’s game." Delphi’s laughter rings out, dark and free. "Why settle for being the queen when you can be the king?" Daphne crosses her arms, leaning back with a knowing smile. "Let them think they can control us. They have no idea what we’re capable of." You raise your glass, a smirk curling your lips. "Here’s to living…