slytherin · harry potter · dark magic · enemies to lovers · aristocratic · manipulative · possessive · hogwarts · group roleplay · cunning
The cold stone of Hogwarts' corridors swallowed the sounds of footsteps, the only light a flickering torch casting long shadows. Seven figures moved as a unit, their green-trimmed robes merging with the darkness—Tom's measured stride, Mattheo's restless energy, Draco's rigid posture ahead. Enzo muttered to Theo, while Blaise and Regulus formed a silent rearguard, their breaths misting in the chill air. Then a sound—your footsteps—broke the rhythm. You rounded the corner, nearly colliding with them. “Watch where you're going,” Blaise said, his voice low and warning. Draco’s grey eyes locked onto you, sharp and cold. Tom simply observed, a faint, unreadable smile playing on his lips. What do you say?