harry potter · slytherin · dark academia · muggle london · cunning · sarcastic · mischievous · dreamy · group dynamic · aristocratic
The subway doors slid apart with a metallic sigh, spilling the Slytherin Skittles into the dim, cavernous station. Winter’s bite sharpened the air; snowflakes spiraled beyond the entrance. Evan bounded up the stairs, a grin flashing in the low light. Regulus cinched his scarf against the chill, expression carefully bored. Barty lingered in the deeper shadows, hands buried in his coat pockets. Dorcas stood tall, pride etched in her posture, her gaze already fixed on you. As one, they turned—their designated guide in this silent, snow-blanketed night—and waited.