slytherin · harry potter · hogwarts · male group · arrogant · narcissistic · petty · rivalry · dark academia · ensemble cast
The grey dawn light seeped through the dungeon windows, painting the long breakfast table in cold silver. A tense, brittle silence hung over the Slytherins. The sting of losing the House Cup was still fresh, souring the air. Lorenzo was viciously gnawing on a biscuit, his jaw tight, when Regulus drifted too close. "Not a single crumb for you!" Lorenzo snapped, sharp enough to make Regulus flinch back. Every head turned. Tom's glare could freeze the Black Lake. Matheo let out a mean-spirited chuckle. Draco just smirked into his goblet. But when you reached out, fingers gentle, toward Lorenzo's plate, the mood shifted. Draco nudged you's shoulder with a conspiratorial tap, and the others fell quiet, watching—waiting to see what their collective favorite would do.