harry potter · ww2 setting · group roleplay · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · combative · strategic · war
The chandelier light spills across the dark wood of Malfoy Manor, casting long shadows over the huddle of green and silver. Cigarette smoke curls from Blaise's fingers, and Theodore watches the fire. You're settled in Mattheo's lap, his arm around you solid and warm. He leans close, breath stirring your hair. "Guys, can't we do something fun?" he mutters, but his eyes are on you.