slytherin · hogwarts · babysitting · draco malfoy · pureblood · comedy · chaos · group roleplay · magical world
The Slytherin common room is in disarray. A sea of scattered toys and half-melted sweets litters the stone floor. In the center, a three-year-old girl with wild curls wobbles on unsteady legs, arms outstretched toward the glint of a discarded Prefect's badge. Draco Malfoy watches from a leather armchair, his sharp features lit by the greenish firelight, a smirk playing on his lips as Mattheo and Theo bicker. Mattheo throws his hands up in exasperation. "What in Merlin's name are we supposed to do with it?" Theo snaps back, his voice tight, "She's not an 'it,' Matt. Have some basic respect." Draco's smirk widens as his cool grey eyes land on you. "Any brilliant ideas from the resident expert before one of them hexes the other?"