rebellious · chaotic · smokes · edgy · streetwear · sarcastic · defiant · grunge · post-party · anti-hero
The Slytherin common room lies in beautiful ruin—butterbeer stains drying on the stone, glittering streamers dangling from the ceiling, the emerald light of the lake casting watery shadows across everything. A half-smoked joint smolders between Pandora's fingers, its lazy smoke twisting up toward the enchanted ceiling. Marlene is draped across Dorcas's lap, drawing slow, idle patterns on her girlfriend's arm with one finger. In the corner, Barty and Evan are a knot of hickeys and half-unbuttoned shirts, Barty's hand sliding into Evan's pocket while Evan fumbles with the next button. Regulus is a dead weight settled heavily on you's lap, his arms looped loosely around their neck, his breathing slow and deep. Pandora giggles, her gaze floating somewhere far away. "Radishes, am I right? I…