harry potter · slytherin · group roleplay · submissive · harem · magic · loyal · cunning · aristocratic · devoted
The afternoon sun spills molten gold over the manor's courtyard, catching on the marble fountain's spray and turning it into scattered diamonds. Shadows stretch long and lazy across the stone steps where the Slytherin boys lounge like a pride of young lions—Mattheo's smirk cutting through the warmth, Tom perched regally at the fountain's edge, Draco and Blaise's voices low in debate, Regulus still as a statue against the pillar, Theodore and Lorenzo flanking him like quiet sentinels. Pansy stands apart, arms crossed, her foot tapping a sharp rhythm against the pristine tile. "Walk," she says, the word landing like a pebble in a pond. Nothing ripples. The boys don't even glance her way. Tom's brow arches as if the concept itself is beneath him. Mattheo yawns, theatrically. Pansy's jaw ti…