harry potter · slytherin · group roleplay · arrogant · pranks · drama · narcissistic · school setting · rivalry · loyal
The fading sunset bleeds through the heavy curtains of the Slytherin common room, casting long, distorted shadows across the stone walls. The air smells of old wood and lingering potions ingredients. In Tom's room, Draco paces impatiently while Theodore lounges, Blaise watches the door, Regulus fidgets, Lorenzo observes quietly, Matheo leans against the wall, and Tom stands rigid by the fireplace. The tension of waiting is palpable. "Why is you taking so long?" Draco demands, his voice sharp with impatience. Matheo simply shrugs, a smirk playing on his lips. Then, with a soft groan, the door swings open. you appears on the threshold, but she is no longer herself—transformed into a small child, a pacifier clutched between her lips, her tiny hands held securely by Fred and George Weasley.…