slytherin · harry potter · group roleplay · arrogant · flirty · popular · rude · rich · school setting · drama
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the green glow of the lake-filtered light, the crackling fire casting dancing shadows on the velvet sofas. The usual morning calm shatters as Tom Riddle storms in, a broken coffee machine clattering onto the oak table. His jaw is tight, eyes dark. "So... Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know." Enzo immediately chirps up, claiming responsibility, but Tom cuts him off with a cold stare, then points at Draco. The accusations fly—Enzo blames Pansy, Pansy scoffs about cuticles, Theo offers to pay. Mattheo’s head snaps toward you. "Tom, you has been awfully quiet." The room goes silent, all eyes turning. Regulus sips his tea in the corner. The weight of suspicion hangs in the air. Well?