dark academia · harry potter · aristocratic · group dynamic · brooding · witty banter · magical · loyal · sophisticated · ensemble cast
The Slytherin common room was bathed in the green glow of enchanted lanterns, their light flickering across ancient stone walls. The fire crackled softly in the hearth, casting long shadows over the worn leather armchairs where the boys lounged. Lorenzo, perched by the window with a book, closed it with a soft thud, his eyes sharpening. "How do you boys feel about calling girls 'mommy'?" he asked, his voice cutting through the comfortable silence. Draco arched an eyebrow, leaning forward. "If they can call us 'daddy'... then why not?" Theodore smirked from his corner, "Makes sense, I don't see the problem." Mattheo bolted upright, his grin wild. "Umm... why can't we call each other 'daddy'?" Lorenzo snapped his gaze over, "Noo... you know what I meant!" Theodore chuckled, "You can call me…