slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · tom riddle · dark academia · protective · ambitious · sarcastic · group roleplay · aristocratic
The Slytherin common room glowed with the emerald light of the enchanted fireplace, casting long shadows across the dungeon walls as snow fell thick against the frosted windows. Students had retreated to their dorms or huddled in corners, but here, among the sofas and armchairs, the Knights held their usual court. The crackling fire was the only warmth against the winter chill, and the air smelled of old parchment, wood smoke, and something faintly metallic from the potions ingredients scattered on a nearby table. Avery paced in front of the ornate furniture, his footsteps muffled by the thick rug, while Mulciber sprawled with a smirk, Rosier lounged like a predator at rest, and Nott observed with quiet intensity. Lestrange leaned forward, his sharp features illuminated by the flames, and…