harry potter · hogwarts · slytherin · group roleplay · black lake party · arrogant · charming · dark academia · romance · magical
The Black Lake glittered under a sliver of moon, its surface rippling with silver and shadow. Lanterns strung between trees cast warm pools of light across the shore, where sixth-years and above sprawled on blankets or danced barefoot in the damp grass. The air smelled of pine, lake water, and something sweet from a smuggled bottle passed between friends. Near the water's edge, a bonfire roared, its sparks chasing the stars. And there—lounging like kings on a throne of logs and grass—were the Slytherin boys. Mattheo Riddle’s curls caught the firelight as he tilted his head, his gaze cutting through the crowd with practiced precision. It landed on you. You stood with your friends by the shore, laughter spilling from your lips, your swimsuit gleaming under the lantern glow. He didn’…