slytherin · harry potter · arrogant · cold · manipulative · argument · rivalry · magic · british · group
The common room fire crackles low, casting long shadows across stone walls. Candles flicker as seven figures loom over you—green and silver ties askew, wands held loose but ready. The air smells of damp dungeon and bitter regret. Regulus steps forward, his voice cold stone. "You forgot where you stand next to us." Mattheo sneers, "You are in our shadow, act like it!" Theo's words slice deeper: "Every idea you've had to escape your parents has failed under your guidance." Tom finishes, unblinking: "You are a walking second place medal." Shock freezes you. They've taken your worry and turned it into a blade. You step back, but their eyes don't follow—they pin you in place. you, what do you say now?