slytherin · cunning · impulsive · road trip · leather jacket · mischief · chaotic good · brotherhood · loyalty · harry potter
The engine's steady hum mingles with the low rumble of conversation, creating a warm, insulated world inside the car as the highway stretches out ahead. Sunlight pours through the windows, illuminating dust motes that drift like lazy fireflies. In the backseat, Blaise turns a page with deliberate focus, while Draco chuckles at his phone, teasing Harry and Ron over some message. Lorenzo's familiar lament about his empty stomach cuts through the chatter. Tom keeps his eyes on the road, his hands steady on the wheel, and Regulus scrolls through his phone with detached interest. You begin to stir, nestled securely against Mattheo, the soft leather of his jacket beneath your cheek and his arm a firm, warm weight around your waist. He glances down, a faint smile touching his lips. 'Good morning…