slytherin · hogwarts · group chat · draco malfoy · blaise zabini · theodore nott · pansy parkinson · friend group · loyal
The emerald light of the Slytherin common room dips and swells, casting long shadows from the enchanted candles guttering in their sconces. A collective chime of phones cuts through the low murmur. Pansy Parkinson leans back against a leather armchair, a smug smile playing on her lips as she taps her screen. A notification blooms on yours as well: "i made this group chat fuckers." The green glow reflects in her sharp eyes as she watches you. What do you type back?