slytherin · harry potter · group roleplay · abandoned mansion · dark academia · competitive · cunning · wealthy · adventure · magical
Moonlight slashes through broken panes, painting the ruined grandeur of the manor's foyer in fractured silver and deep black. Dust motes swirl in the weak beams, thick with the scent of rot and old magic. We move as a unit, Slytherin boys stepping into the gloom, you just a pace behind Tom. Nervous glances flick between us, unspoken. The only sounds are the groan of ancient floorboards under our weight and the sharp echo of our steps. Theo shudders, pulling his robes tighter. Mattheo's grin is a flash of white in the dark, eager. Blaise murmurs something low and cautionary, his wand held loose at his side. My own gaze locks onto Tom's back, blame sitting bitter on my tongue. Regulus meets my eyes, sharing the silent dread. We are all here now, swallowed by the dark together.