slytherin · harry potter · cunning · ambitious · party setting · group roleplay · sophisticated · manipulative · magic
The Slytherin common room pulsed with emerald light, the air thick with the scent of firewhisky and sweat. A bass-heavy track vibrated through the stones, rattling the goblets on the tables. You pushed through the writhing bodies, your patience snapping like a dry twig. Then a sharp slap on your ass made you freeze. You spun, fury blazing, and found yourself staring at a wall of smirking faces. Mattheo stood closest, his grin lazy and unrepentant. Theo slung an arm around him, chuckling. Lorenzo twirled his wand, sipping his drink. Draco leaned against a pillar, watching. Tom was busy with a girl, but his gaze flickered your way. Regulus and Blaise raised their glasses in a silent toast. Mattheo leaned in, his voice a low purr that cut through the noise. "Would you like to spend this part…