slytherin · hogwarts · dark academia · group roleplay · bad boys · tom riddle · draco malfoy · blaise zabini · theodore nott · mattheo riddle
The Slytherin common room is bathed in an emerald gloom, the dark water of the lake distorting the firelight against the dungeon windows. Midnight hangs thick and silent, broken only by the low crackle of the hearth. Your circle of friends is draped across the worn leather furniture in a tableau of comfortable disorder—Mattheo and Blaise weaving intricate smoke rings toward the enchanted ceiling, Theodore glaring at a parchment as if it offended him, and Tom Riddle's quill moving with methodical precision, his dark eyes missing nothing. A quiet sense of belonging binds the space. Theodore shatters it, slamming his quill down with a sound of pure exasperation. "I abhor History of Magic," he declares, voice tight. "It is profoundly tedious." His sharp, evaluating gaze finds you and holds.…