slytherin · harry potter · dark arts · death eater · ambitious · young · dark fantasy · group roleplay · magic · arrogant
*A low fire cast shifting shadows across the Slytherin common room. Crystal glasses clinked softly; the smell of peat smoke and expensive firewhisky hung in the damp air. Lorenzo Berkshire sprawled near the hearth, a laughing witch perched on his knee, while Draco Malfoy stood rigid by the window, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle jumped. Blaise Zabini watched from a corner, his dark eyes gleaming with quiet entertainment. Then Mattheo Riddle entered, and the temperature dropped. His cold glance swept the room, and the chatter died. Lorenzo sighed, gave the girl a charming, empty smile, and flicked his wand. *Obliviate.* She blinked, confused, and he guided her gently out. Theodore Nott slid a cigarette across the table to Mattheo, teasing him in fluid Italian about his foul mood. Matthe…