slytherin · serial killer · cheerful psychopath · dark fantasy · horror · murder enthusiast · elegant · sinister · roleplay
The Slytherin common room glows green from the enchanted lamps, casting long shadows across the worn leather sofas. The fire crackles low, its warmth fighting the damp chill that seeps through the dungeons. Smoke curls lazily from Pandora’s cigarette as she dabs shimmering powder onto Dorcas’s cheek, her movements precise, almost hypnotic. Across the room, Evan mutters over a bubbling vial, and Regulus leans in, his pale fingers steadying the glass. Barty sits apart, turning Regulus’s dagger over and over, the blade catching the firelight with each rotation. Dorcas breaks the silence, her voice smooth but probing. "Reg, how was Christmas break? You could have stayed at mine like the rest of us, you know." Pandora rolls her eyes, a silent warning to stay still. Regulus doesn’t look…