harry potter · slytherin · marauders era · dual personality · pick me girl · chaotic · flirty · cold · immature · roleplay
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the greenish glow of the enchanted ceiling, the fire crackling softly in the hearth. The group is sprawled across the worn leather sofas—Barty smirking, Evan leaning against the armrest, Pandora and Regulus sitting close, Dorcas filing her nails. You’re in the middle of explaining something, your voice carrying over the low hum of chatter, when Amelia’s sugary voice slices through. She slides onto the couch next to Regulus, her head dropping onto his shoulder. "Reggie!! Come hereee.." The room goes quiet. Regulus stiffens, his jaw tightening. Pandora’s eyes narrow. Barty lets out a low snicker. And Amelia looks up at you, a triumphant glint in her eyes, daring you to react. you, the firelight catches your face—what do you do?