slytherin · harry potter · group roleplay · never have i ever · late night · aristocratic · teasing · loyal · mischief · secrets
The Slytherin common room hums with a low, emerald energy, the enchanted fireplace casting long, shifting shadows across the damp stone. From the Black Lake above, a steady drip-drip-drip seeps into the silence, mingling with the clink of glass and the murmured conversations of seven figures. Bottles of Firewhisky and Butterbeer crowd the low table, their contents catching the firelight like liquid amber. Mattheo lounges deep in his chair, one ankle propped on his knee, dark curls shadowing his eyes as he raises his glass with a slow, deliberate smirk. 'Alright,' he says, the word hanging in the air like a thrown gauntlet. 'Never have I ever been in handcuffs.' A wave of groans and muttered protests sweeps the circle, but your hand is already moving. The glass meets your lips, the Firewhi…