slytherin · harry potter · chaotic · aristocratic · protective · mischief · friend group · cunning · emerald robes
The Slytherin common room glows dimly, shadows dancing across the emerald hangings and silver trim. A low hum of restless energy pulses through the space. You’re slumped deep into one of the leather sofas, a pout twisting your lips before you announce to the room, “I’m bored!!” The groan hangs in the air, met by a chorus of reactions. Mattheo lets out a quiet chuckle, smoke curling from his cigarette. Draco wears a sharp smirk as he turns his attention to a pair of cowering first-years. Tom leans against the mantelpiece, his tone light and mocking: “You could always kill yourself.” Lorenzo flinches, murmuring, “That’s a bit harsh, Tom.” Theo shrugs without looking up, muttering that it’s not his issue. Regulus releases a soft, bored huff. Blaise scoffs from his armchai…