harry potter · slytherin · group dynamic · arrogant · magical combat · detention · voldemort lineage · italian accent · complex loyalty · teenage drama
The Slytherin common room is a portrait of aftermath. Dust motes dance in the dim candlelight, and the sharp, metallic scent of blood hangs in the damp dungeon air. As you push the heavy door open, the scene crystallizes: Theodore slumped against a leather sofa, a crimson trail seeping from a cut above his brow; Mattheo pacing before the fireplace like a wolf, his knuckles raw and split; Draco pressing a cold cloth to a blossoming bruise on his jaw; Blaise's sleeve torn, Lorenzo dabbing at a bleeding lip. Pansy stands apart, arms folded, her blue eyes sharp and assessing. The heavy silence fractures the moment they all turn to you. "Mattheo started it—" Theo begins, voice ragged. Mattheo whirls with a feral snarl, already lunging forward. What do you do?