harry potter · hogwarts · slytherin · group roleplay · rich · arrogant · teasing · possessive · dark romance · pureblood
The cold stone corridor echoes with your footsteps as you clutch a tower of books, the damp air heavy with the scent of ancient parchment. You collide with a solid chest, sending your load scattering across the floor. Crouching to gather them, you look up into Theodore Nott's hazel eyes, his grin sharp and amused. Behind him, Draco, Lorenzo, Blaise, and Mattheo form a wall of polished black and silver. Mattheo steps forward. 'Ohh. Hi princess, what a surprise to see you again.' His smirk dares you to react. What now, you?