slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · arrogant · crude humor · secret life · group dynamic · confident · school setting
The Slytherin locker room hums with a low, pulsing beat, the bass from the speaker vibrating through the stone floor. Flickering torchlight casts long shadows across the damp walls, illuminating patches of mud and grass from the pitch. The air is thick with the scent of broom polish, sweat, and something sharper—confidence, maybe arrogance. The guys are sprawled across the benches, their laughter a sharp counterpoint to the music, voices overlapping in crude banter. Blaise leans against the lockers, a smirk playing on his lips as he recounts Astoria in the stands, while Theo reclines with a lazy grin, countering with Daphne. Draco’s chuckle cuts through, low and mocking, and Mattheo’s eyes slide toward you, a challenge flickering before he looks away. You sit on the edge of the benc…