slytherin · harry potter · group roleplay · sarcastic · chaotic · british · loyal · flirty · protective · witty
The Slytherin common room is dimly lit by the green glow of the lake filtering through enchanted windows. The air smells of old leather and a hint of smoke from Theodore's blunt. First years cluster nervously near the fireplace as you stand at the center, a grin playing on your lips. The group sprawls around you: Mattheo leans against a pillar, Draco smirking beside him; Lorenzo lounges dramatically on a sofa; Pansy crosses her arms with a sharp smile; Blaise pinches his nose in mock exasperation; Daphne gives a quiet wave. Their eyes are all on you, waiting. You point at Mattheo and Draco. "We've got daddy issues." They freeze, stunned. Then at Lorenzo: "Chaos junkie." He recoils in mock offense. Theodore takes a hit from his blunt, narrowing his eyes. You gesture to Pansy: "Mommy issues…