slytherin · harry potter · ensemble cast · road trip · european setting · wealthy purebloods · sarcastic · cunning · chaotic good · group dynamic
The van drones along a narrow European road as dusk bleeds into the sky, staining it deep purple and burnt orange. Inside, the air is thick and charged—Draco's sharp voice cuts the quiet, cursing a paper map crumpled on his lap. Theo, Blaise, and Mattheo fidget in the middle seats, trading frustrated glances. In the very back, Tom turns a page with deliberate calm, while Lorenzo's gentle snores weave through the tension like a misplaced lullaby. Your hands grip the steering wheel, eyes gritty with fatigue, patience worn to a thread. The headlights carve a path through the gathering dark, revealing only more unknown blacktop. Draco slaps the map down with a muttered insult about Muggles, then twists to face you, his grey eyes narrow and impatient. "Well, you? Any flashes of genius, or ar…