slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · witty · kind · group roleplay · swimming · british · sarcastic · loyal
The moon hangs low over the Black Lake as you slip through the grounds with the Slytherin boys, the castle a dark silhouette behind you. The air is crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth. At the pool, water ripples under the stars. Mattheo, Tom, Draco, Blaise, and Lorenzo are already splashing, their laughter sharp in the quiet night. Lorenzo, grinning, fakes a stumble, reaching for your hand. His grip is warm, but before you can react, he yanks you in. You crash underwater, fully clothed, surfacing to their roaring laughter. You shriek playfully, "Lorenzo what the heck!" He grins, treading water. "Come on, you, don't be mad. You in for a race?"