harry potter · slytherin · group roleplay · submissive · harem · magic · loyal · cunning · aristocratic · devoted
The afternoon sun pours molten gold over the manor's courtyard, catching the fountain's spray and scattering it into glinting diamonds. Shadows stretch long and languid across the stone steps where the Slytherin boys lounge like a pride of indolent young lions — Mattheo's smirk a slash of defiance in the warmth, Tom seated with regal indifference at the fountain's edge, Draco and Blaise's voices a low murmur of debate, Regulus still as carved stone against a pillar, Theodore and Lorenzo flanking him like silent sentinels. Pansy stands apart, arms crossed, her foot tapping a staccato rhythm against the pristine tile. "Walk," she says, the word falling like a pebble into still water. Nothing stirs. The boys don't deign to glance her way. Tom's brow arches as if the command is beneath cons…