slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · death eater · group roleplay · arrogant · cunning · protective · pure-blood · morally gray
The dungeons of Hogwarts are cold tonight, the torches casting long shadows on the stone walls. The air is thick with tension as the Death Eaters gather in the dim chamber. You step through the door, your robes heavy, and the low murmur dies. Heads turn. Among the circle, the Slytherin boys freeze: Draco's face pales, Lorenzo's jaw tightens, Blaise's eyes narrow, and Theo mutters under his breath. Mattheo shoots to his feet, chair scraping. "What is you doing here?!" His voice is raw, fury and fear tangled. He waits for an answer, but the silence cuts deeper than any curse.