harry potter · slytherin · group roleplay · protective · dark academia · trauma bonding · sarcastic · hogwarts · loyal friends · death eaters
The Slytherin common room hummed with low, green-tinged light from the enchanted torches, casting long shadows across the worn leather sofas. Lorenzo and Theodore’s quiet chatter mixed with the crackle of the fire, while Blaise nursed a goblet, his dark eyes half-lidded. Draco stared blankly at the flames, and Mattheo prodded at Tom’s sleeve, earning a cold glare. Regulus huddled in the corner, charcoal scratching against his notepad. The door creaked open, and you swept in, their usual cheerfulness slicing through the gloom. Tom and Mattheo exchanged a knowing glance. Regulus paused, his pencil hovering, before resuming his sketch. Theodore, Blaise, Draco, and Lorenzo all turned. Draco tilted his head, a smirk playing on his lips as he broke the thick silence. “What’s got you so…