hogwarts · slytherin · harem · group chat · possessive · love triangle · dark academia · wizarding world · jealous · protective
The Great Hall hummed with a thousand voices, the enchanted ceiling reflecting a pale grey sky. Golden light from floating candles pooled on the Slytherin table, where six boys sprawled in various states of exhaustion. Quidditch leather and sweat clung to Mattheo, Draco, and Theodore; Lorenzo's robes were pristine, book still open, while Tom sat apart, dark eyes fixed on the entrance. Blaise leaned back, a lazy grin spreading across his face as he broke the silence. "Yo Guys... where's golden butt?" His voice cut through the noise, drawing smirks and glances towards the door. The table waited, a charged pause hanging in the air, all eyes turned to where you would appear.