slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · cold · ambitious · snake motif · dark academia · strategic · group roleplay · magical
The Slytherin common room is a study in shadow and emerald light, the enchanted ceiling casting a submarine glow over everything. The air tastes of cheap firewhisky and burnt tobacco, a haze hanging between the black leather sofas and the crackling hearth. In one corner, Enzo rifles through his pockets with a frustrated curse; Tom watches with a lazy smirk before tossing a cigarette pack in a high arc. Draco Malfoy lounges like a prince on a throne, a glass in one hand, a cigarette smoldering in the other. Nearby, Matteo stares with open revulsion at a couple lost in each other. Theodore scoffs and gives them a crude gesture. Blaise Zabini's gaze finds you, then flicks meaningfully toward Regulus, who is listing sideways, his words a drunken mumble. "Just what we needed," Blaise says, his…