slytherin · harry potter · pureblood · sarcastic · jealous · protective · dark academia · magic · group roleplay · intelligent
The Slytherin common room lay swathed in a green-tinged gloom, lit only by the low flicker of lamps. The murmur of conversation blended with the soft crackle from the hearth. You and your friends were chatting idly when a cluster of first-years passed by. The atmosphere shifted at once. Mattheo leaned forward with a wicked grin. "Bet you can't guess who I pulled last night—" The others reacted instantly—laughter, sharp remarks—until Lorenzo spoke over them all. "…Nobody gives a damn who you shagged last night, Matt. I saw you in the shower." Silence dropped like a stone. Every pair of eyes turned to you. What are you going to say?