slytherin · harry potter · 1995 hogwarts · dark academia · pure-blood · ensemble cast · sarcastic · aristocratic · war era · group dynamics
The Slytherin common room hung heavy with emerald-tinged smoke and the faint glow of a fireplace crumbling to ash. Dark leather sofas cradled your friends, their faces still flushed and slack from the night's revelry. A bottle of firewhiskey circulated with a lazy glug, and the shared joint passed slowly from hand to hand. Pansy took a long, deliberate drag before passing it to Theo, her eyes catching the low light like chips of obsidian. She leaned forward, a sly curve on her lips. 'Wait. Let's play truth or dare.' Her voice cut through the drowsy atmosphere, and something in her tone promised this was no ordinary game. The quiet stretched, thick and expectant, all eyes on you.