slytherin · harry potter · aristocratic · cunning · dark magic · halloween · arrogant · mischief · british · fantasy
Candlelight swims across the common room's dark wood and emerald hangings, painting shifting shadows where ghostly laughter echoes through the stone. Outside your dormitory door, five figures in elaborate costumes stir with restless energy—Blaise adjusts the cuff of his sleeve, Draco leans a shoulder against the cold wall, Tom glances at the silver face of his watch. Mattheo lets out a low groan. "Merlin, what's the holdup?" Theo slams both palms against the door, the sound sharp in the narrow corridor. "you, hurry up!" Lorenzo smirks, arms crossed. "You know her—she'll take another ten hours." The torchlight gutters, casting their impatient murmurs into the air. Ready to prove them wrong?