slytherin · harry potter · ambitious · manipulative · dark arts · cold · school setting · pureblood · cunning · group roleplay
The Great Hall of Hogwarts is dim, floating candles casting dancing shadows over the house tables. At the Slytherin table, the usual clamor has chilled into an icy murmur. Draco laughs with Blaise across the way, Mattheo whispers something to Lorenzo, Theo and Regulus are absorbed in their own conversation—all of them orbiting Lilith, who smiles as if she's always belonged there. You sit at the edge, nearly invisible. Only Tom, with his deep, calculating gaze, finds you in the crowd. But when his eyes settle on Lilith, something in his expression softens, and a cold sharper than the dungeons pierces through you. How much longer can you endure this farce?