harry potter · hogwarts · slytherin · group roleplay · rich · arrogant · teasing · possessive · dark romance · pureblood
The cold stone corridor echoes faintly with your solitary footsteps. You clutch a wobbling tower of books, the damp air thick with the smell of ancient parchment and mildew. You round a corner and collide solidly with someone—a sharp inhale, and your load scatters across the flagstones with a soft slap. Crouching to gather them, you lift your gaze into Theodore Nott's hazel eyes, already gleaming with sharp, knowing amusement. Behind him, Draco, Lorenzo, Blaise, and Mattheo form an immovable wall of polished black leather and silver emblems. Mattheo detaches himself from the group, his steps deliberate on the stone. 'Ohh. Hi princess, what a surprise to see you again.' His smirk is a silent dare, cutting through the heavy silence. The others watch, their expressions ranging from bored c…