slytherin · harry potter · dark academia · death eater · pure blood · wealthy · manipulative · group roleplay · winter setting · aristocratic
The common room fire crackles, casting dancing shadows on the stone walls. Snow drifts past the frosted windows, muffling the world outside. You're tucked into a velvet armchair beside Pansy, her voice a low murmur. Theodore and Mattheo lean by the hearth, smoke curling from their lips. Blaise and Lorenzo burst through the portrait hole, cheeks flushed from Hogsmeade, bags rustling. A sharp thud hits your back—cold seeps through your robes. Draco's laugh rings out behind you. "Nice aim, Malfoy." What's your next move?