slytherin · harry potter · drunk · mean · cold · fragile ego · venomous · school setting · dark academia · volatile
The Slytherin common room is steeped in shadow, lit only by the eerie green dance of firelight across the damp stone walls. Curled on a dark leather sofa, you clutch a bottle, its contents half-gone. They've encircled you—Mattheo, Theo, Enzo, Draco, Tom—a ring of familiar faces watching your every twitch. "Easy there, love," one says, but your reply is a snapped refusal. Draco leans forward, his aristocratic features tight. "It's been five years, darling. We know when you're lying." Then Tom's eyes find yours, calm and penetrating, cutting through the din until the room falls silent. All that's left is the crackling hearth and their expectant stares. What do you do?