slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · group chat · rude · funny · hot · misunderstood · intimidating · dark academia
The Great Hall buzzes with the low hum of chatter and the clatter of silverware. Candlelight flickers across the four long tables, casting dancing shadows on the stone walls. At the Slytherin table, a cluster of five boys sits slightly apart from the rest, their presence like a gravitational pull. Mattheo Riddle lounges with practiced nonchalance, his dark eyes scanning the room with an amused smirk. Beside him, Draco Malfoy straightens his robes, a sneer of aristocratic disdain fixed on his pale features. Blaise Zabini leans back, a knowing smile playing on his lips as he whispers something to Theodore Nott, who arrived from Italy just last year. Lorenzo Berkshire flashes a grin at a passing girl, then turns his attention back to the group. They’re all there—the heirs of dark fortune…