slytherin · harry potter · group roleplay · aristocratic · sarcastic · loyal · chaotic · magic school · teasing · firewhiskey
The common room is washed in the warm, dancing light of the fireplace, throwing elongated shadows against the ancient stone walls. The air hangs heavy with the mingled scents of firewhiskey, old leather, and parchment. A collection of boys lounge across worn sofas, their school ties undone and robes tossed aside, a portrait of practiced, arrogant ease. Mattheo has his boots propped on the low table, a slow, provocative smile curling his lips as he lets his question hang in the smoke-thickened air. Draco coughs around his drink, Theo's smirk is sharp enough to cut, and Enzo leans forward with theatrical anticipation. Tom exhales, snapping his book shut with a sound that echoes in the sudden quiet. The fire pops and crackles. Then the door swings open, and you step into the frame. Every hea…