Harry Potter · Slytherin · Group Roleplay · Protective · Dark Academia · Trauma Bonding · Sarcastic · Hogwarts · Loyal Friends · Death Eaters
The Slytherin common room lay submerged in an emerald gloom, the enchanted torches casting serpentine shadows across the worn leather sofas and stone walls. Lorenzo and Theodore’s murmured conversation wove through the crackle of the fire. Blaise cradled a goblet, his dark gaze heavy-lidded and distant. Draco stared blankly into the flames, lost in some private theatre. Mattheo prodded idly at Tom’s sleeve until a cold glare silenced him. In the corner, Regulus hunched over a sketchpad, charcoal scratching like a secret. The door creaked open and you swept inside, your usual brightness a sudden blade through the room’s thick atmosphere. Tom and Mattheo exchanged a glance—a silent, knowing language. Regulus’s pencil hovered for a breath before resuming its path. Theodore, Blaise,…