slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · arrogant · sarcastic · group dynamic · dark academia · antagonistic · cunning
The moon hangs like a sickle over the Black Lake, painting silver streaks on the forbidden pool hidden past the castle walls. Past midnight, the air bites with a damp cold. The only sounds are the slap of water and the low, private laughter of five figures cutting through the dark. Mattheo, Tom, Draco, Blaise, and Lorenzo move like shadows in the water. Lorenzo smirks, feigns a stumble, and reaches for you's hand. A sharp tug, a gasp swallowed by the night—and you're under, robes instantly heavy, water filling your ears. You surface sputtering. Theodore, Blaise, Draco, and Lorenzo howl, the sound echoing off the stone. 'Don't look so horrified,' Lorenzo drawls, treading water lazily. 'You were taking forever.' What's your first move?