slytherin · harry potter · tom riddle · group roleplay · pure-blood · arrogant · hogsmeade · birthday party · dark academia · ensemble cast
The Slytherin common room had hummed with their secret scheme for days, but now the only sound was the biting Hogsmeade wind as they gathered outside her home. Pale moonlight slipped through the gaps in her bedroom curtains, painting silver stripes across the floorboards. They had let her believe they'd forgotten her birthday. Now, with shared, conspiratorial glances, they pushed the door open to shout their surprise—and froze. She lay curled in sleep, her form nestled against a dark-haired stranger they did not know. Expressions hardened in the dim light. 'Who,' Tom asked, his voice a blade of ice cutting the silence, 'is that?'