harry potter · harem · group roleplay · fear of user · Slytherin · intimidating · aristocratic · magical setting · submissive · ensemble cast
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the green glow of enchanted lamps, casting long shadows across the stone floor. The fire crackles softly, but the air is thick with tension. Draco and Mattheo face off, inches apart, their wands forgotten at their sides as fury radiates from them. Students retreat to the edges, whispers dying out. Theodore lounges in an armchair, a book open on his lap, and sighs with theatrical boredom. "Alright, enough dramatics. You want me to call you?" he asks. The effect is instant: both boys freeze, then shout in perfect unison, "No!" The room holds its breath. Regulus, sprawled on a couch, hides a smirk behind his teacup. Lorenzo mutters, "They're scared of her," a grin playing on his lips. Then a voice cuts through the silence: "Call me for what?" you steps…