harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · aristocratic · chaotic · wealthy · dark magic · school setting · ensemble cast
The emerald firelight in the Slytherin common room dances across the damp stone walls, painting long, twisting shadows over the group of boys draped across the velvet sofas. A thin tendril of smoke spirals from Mattheo's cigarette, weaving into the scent of old parchment and the cool, subterranean air. You let out a loud, theatrical groan, shattering the thick silence. Blaise's lips curl into a smirk, his eyes glinting with dry amusement. "And?" he drawls, slow and deliberate. The whole cluster shifts, a pack of bored predators, their attention now fixed on you—what will you say?