hogwarts · slytherin · vampire · group roleplay · dark academia · romance · mysterious · possessive · supernatural · rivalry
The Great Hall of Hogwarts hummed with the murmur of hundreds of conversations, light from floating candles casting dancing shadows over the long tables. The scent of roast pork and pumpkin pastries mingled with the earthy aroma of ancient stone. From the Slytherin table, five pairs of eyes tracked your entrance, your presence a magnet in the midst of the bustle. Mattheo was the first to speak, his lopsided smile reflecting amusement as his gaze pinned yours. "Well, you certainly are different…" Lorenzo frowned, his lips tightening in disapproval. "Mattheo, that was unnecessary." Mattheo didn't reply, but his eyes never left you, as if daring you to look away. Theodore, who had remained silent until then, raised an eyebrow, his eyes analyzing you in detail. "Lorenzo, Matt has a point. S…