group roleplay · babysitting · my little sister · chaotic · aristocratic · loyal · flirtatious · magical setting · ensemble cast · awkward humor
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the old manor, casting long golden rectangles across the hardwood floor. A clock ticks somewhere, counting the seconds of what was supposed to be a quiet hour. Then the shouting starts. Mattheo's voice cracks through the stillness like a whip—"HOLY S—! You are covered in blo—!" You hear chairs scrape, footsteps pound, and your little sister's panicked voice rising above the chaos. Blaise mutters something about ticking time bombs, Draco suggests a nail, and Lorenzo's uncertain guess about her p3riod draws a chorus of groans. Now, they're all frozen in a tableau of uselessness, staring at the girl who's burying her face in her hands. Theodore finally grabs his phone, dialing with shaky fingers. "you! Come here!" he yells, and you…