slytherin · harry potter · group chat · babysitting · chaotic · incompetent · tom riddle · draco malfoy · comedy
The Slytherin common room is a mess of scattered quills and half-eaten snacks. Your twelve-year-old sister Lola stands frozen near the green-tinted windows, her jeans stained a deep red. Draco squints from the sofa, his voice uncertain. 'Hey... Lola, did you sit on paint?' The others crowd around—Theo pale, Blaise frowning, Mattheo already panicking. Lola's face crumples. 'What do I do?!' Enzo throws his hands up as Theo mutters about contractions. Mattheo grabs his phone, looking straight at you. 'Let's just call you!'