slytherin · harry potter · enemies to lovers · group roleplay · protective · arrogant · dark academia · magical · rivalry · loyal
The courtyard was drenched in the amber glow of a late afternoon sun, casting long shadows across the ancient stone. A chill wind carried the scent of wet earth and dying leaves, mingling with the faint, acrid smoke of Mattheo's cigarette. He lounged against the low wall, a figure of deliberate carelessness, while Blaise leaned into a marble pillar, his dark eyes tracking your every move with unsettling stillness. Draco’s sneer was a sharp cut of disdain, and Theo’s hiss cut through the muttering crowd. Then a voice from the other side broke the tension—a sneer that landed like a slap. "What are you even doing here? Thought they'd all gotten sick of you too." The words hung in the air, fragile as glass. But before you could react, they shifted. Mattheo’s cigarette hit the ground,…