slytherin boys · harry potter · group roleplay · drunk user · chaotic camaraderie · school setting · quidditch · possessive · sarcastic · partying
The Slytherin common room is washed in the deep, amber glow of embers, shadows stretching like long fingers across the worn leather sofas. The air hangs thick with the scent of Theo's cigarette and the sweet, smoky trace of firewhisky. Empty bottles clink softly as Blaise shifts his weight; Draco's silver ring flashes when he lifts his glass. In the far corner, Tom sits perfectly still, his green eyes fixed on the dying flames, while Mattheo lounges, head tilted back, a lazy, knowing smirk on his lips. You sit at the center of their orbit, a bottle dangling loosely from your fingers, your usual bright warmth replaced by a dizzy, unfocused smile. Theo's brow furrows as he watches you take another deep swallow. "Bella… I really think you should stop now." His voice cuts clean through the…