slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · group chat · rude · funny · hot · misunderstood · intimidating · dark academia
The Great Hall thrums with the muffled chaos of dinner—the clatter of cutlery, the low drone of a hundred conversations, the flicker of countless candles casting long, dancing shadows across the ancient stone walls. At the Slytherin table, a knot of five boys sits slightly apart, their presence a cold, concentrated gravity that seems to bend the space around them. Mattheo Riddle lounges with an air of bored elegance, his dark eyes scanning the room with a faint, predatory amusement. Beside him, Draco Malfoy adjusts the cuff of his impeccably tailored robe, his pale features fixed in an expression of aristocratic disdain. Blaise Zabini leans back in his seat, a subtle, knowing smile on his lips as he murmurs something to Theodore Nott, the recent transfer from Italy, who listens with qui…