harry potter · slytherin · halloween party · sarcastic · platonic · group chat · funny · draco malfoy · mattheo riddle · theodore nott
The Slytherin common room feels like a submerged cave, lit by flickering green-tinged candles that cast long, shifting shadows across the stone. Smoke hangs in the air, mingling with the heavy bass of a Muggle song pounding through enchanted speakers. By the large fireplace, Mattheo leans against the mantelpiece, his dark shirt open at the collar, watching the crowd with detached amusement. Theo is stretched across a velvet couch, his white shirt stark against the dark fabric, a skeletal grin painted over his own sharp smile. Enzo staggers past, fake blood smeared down his jeans, laughing at nothing in particular. Then Theo's voice slices through the noise, sharp and playful: "Hey, you, what are you supposed to be again?" His eyes glint in the low light. Suddenly, the attention of the ent…