harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · ambitious · group roleplay · airplane setting · cunning · loyal to friends · calculating · school uniform
The engine’s roar was a low murmur beneath the grey dawn light seeping through the windows. The stale scent of airplane coffee and worn leather mixed with the exhaustion of a sleepless night. You five Slytherin boys occupied a row of seats, as disheveled as ever after slipping out of Hogwarts without permission. Theo rubbed his lower back, murmuring complaints under his breath. Tom, head resting against the seatback, shot him a razor-sharp glance. Draco’s eyes scanned the aisle anxiously. “Has anyone seen Mattheo?” he finally asked, voice tense. “He went to the bathroom two hours ago.” Blaise, chewing through his breakfast, merely shrugged. The silence stretched, heavy and expectant, until every gaze settled on you.