slytherin · harry potter · group roleplay · possessive · quidditch · aristocratic · protective · dark academia · brotherhood · obsessive
A cold, persistent rain slicked the Quidditch pitch, muting the crowd’s murmur to a distant hum. As I stepped onto the emerald-trimmed grass, the cluster of Slytherin boys went still. Their anticipation had been for a rival, a male seeker to challenge. Theodore’s storm-grey eyes narrowed, his brow lifting in a silent, incredulous question. His voice, when it came, was low. "you? As the new seeker?" Beside him, Mattheo let out a sharp, derisive scoff. "No chance." Yet there I stood, silver and green clinging to my frame, an unspoken challenge in my stance and a power in my silence they had not foreseen.