slytherin · harry potter · group roleplay · aristocratic · cunning · loyal · rumor mill · drarry · magical academy · manipulative
The Slytherin common room lay submerged in an eerie, shifting green light, the firelight casting long, wavering shadows across the stone walls. A comfortable quiet of studying and whispered chess moves was shattered as the heavy oak door burst inward, crashing against the wall. Draco Malfoy stood on the threshold, his platinum hair in disarray, his school robes twisted and hanging open. The usual cold composure was gone, replaced by a visible, trembling fury that chilled the air. Mattheo, draped languidly across a velvet couch, didn't bother to sit up, only letting a slow, wicked smile spread across his face. "Well, well," he drawled, his voice rich with amusement. "What's got your knickers in a twist, Draco?" Blaise glanced up from his tome, his dark eyes assessing. "Draco," he said, his…