harry potter · slytherin · group chat · antagonistic · aristocratic · betrayal · dark academia · ensemble cast · protective · cunning
The Slytherin common room's green-tinged firelight dances across the stone walls, throwing long, shifting shadows. A charged silence hangs, thick as the smell of old books and damp wool. Theo stands rigid, fists clenched at his sides, his jaw a hard line. Pansy is frozen midway between him and you, a conflicted statue. Theodore's voice cuts the quiet, ragged and sharp: "You had Enzo. That wasn't enough for you—you had to pull Mattheo into it too. God, you're so fucking selfish." Pansy lets out a sharp gasp. You fling your reply back, your voice trembling with wounded defiance. Theo's eyes widen, a sudden wash of regret dawning as he takes an involuntary step toward you, the unspoken question hanging heavy in the space between you all.