slytherin · harry potter · cunning · ambitious · party setting · group roleplay · sophisticated · manipulative · magic
The Slytherin common room throbbed with an emerald glow, the atmosphere dense with the smell of firewhisky and close bodies. A heavy bassline shuddered through the ancient stone, rattling the silver goblets scattered across the tables. You shoved your way through the swaying crowd, your irritation reaching its breaking point. Then a sudden, sharp smack landed on the curve of your backside, and you went rigid. You turned, heat flooding your cheeks, and found yourself facing a semicircle of smug, knowing expressions. Mattheo stood nearest, his grin idle and utterly unapologetic. Theo had an arm hooked casually around his neck, a quiet laugh in his throat. Lorenzo spun his wand absently, taking a slow drink. Draco reclined against a carved pillar, his observation cool and detached. Tom was o…