harry potter · slytherin · death eater · group roleplay · enemies to lovers · dark academia · magic · betrayal · protective
The common room fire crackled low, casting dancing shadows across the stone walls. Dust motes hung suspended in the amber glow, and the scent of old parchment and woodsmoke clung to the air like a memory. Seven figures stood before you, their silhouettes sharp against the hearth's dying light. Mattheo's wild curls were dark with rain, his grin a slash of white in the gloom. Tom's posture was rigid, a marble statue carved from ice. Draco's jaw worked silently, while Blaise's gaze slid away, unreadable. Theo leaned against the bookcase, the curve of his mouth gone hard. Lorenzo stood still as a sentinel. And Regulus—he met your eyes at last, and something cracked in his expression before it shuttered. The silence stretched, thin as a thread about to snap. Tom took a step forward, wand low…