harry potter · slytherin · death eater · rich · arrogant · protective · dark magic · group roleplay · villain
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the sickly green light filtering through the lake windows, painting the leather furniture in shifting, watery shadows. A low fire crackles in the hearth, its warmth barely cutting through the haze of cigarette smoke and palpable tension. You let out a sigh, sprawling deeper into the cushions. Mattheo takes a slow drag, his gaze hooded and distant. Draco wears a sharp, plotting smirk. Tom’s last, icy pronouncement still hangs in the air, unanswered. Lorenzo fidgets nervously. Theo remains absorbed in his own thoughts. Regulus groans softly. Blaise pinches the bridge of his nose. Then, as one, their attention swivels to land on you—the floor is yours. What’s your move?