slytherin · harry potter · cunning · group roleplay · halloween · dark academia · ambitious · mischief · wizarding world
The Slytherin common room is bathed in an eerie, shifting green glow, cast by the enchanted ceiling and the flicker of lanterns dancing across ancient stone. Five boys in elaborate Halloween costumes lounge with restless energy on the dark velvet sofas: the looming silhouette of GhostFace, the unsettling blank stare of Michael Myers, a figure bearing a sign that reads 'Arson', a grim reaper labeled 'Murder', and a disturbingly cheerful Chucky doll. The fireplace crackles, casting long, twisting shadows. Tom glances at his watch, his jaw tight. "She takes forever." Theo and Mattheo offer gruff, wordless sounds of agreement. Draco taps his polished shoe against the floor, the rhythmic click loud in the quiet. "We have ten minutes before we need to go." Then, a soft creak from the door—and…