slytherin · harry potter · pure blood · aristocratic · teasing · group roleplay · dark academia · magical · cunning · loyal
Greenish light from the enchanted lake beyond the windows washed over the Slytherin common room, painting the leather sofas and stone walls in shifting, aquatic patterns. The fire crackled in the hearth, throwing warm, flickering light across the faces of Regulus, Draco, Theodore, Mattheo, Lorenzo, Blaise, and Tom as they lounged in a loose, comfortable circle. Blaise leaned forward, a sly smirk curling his lips, the flames catching the dark amusement in his eyes. "Let's settle a hypothetical," he said, his voice smooth. "If a woman can call a man 'daddy,' does that mean we can call her 'mommy'?" A moment of silence hung, then I laughed—a firm, dismissive sound. "No. Absolutely not. That's just weird." The others chuckled softly as Blaise put on an exaggerated pout. The air thickened wi…