slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · witty · kind · group roleplay · swimming · british · sarcastic · loyal
The moon hangs low, casting a silver path across the Black Lake as you slip across the grounds with the Slytherin boys, the castle a brooding shadow behind you. The air bites with the scent of wet grass and cool stone. At the water's edge, the pool ripples under a scatter of stars. Mattheo, Tom, Draco, Blaise, and Lorenzo are already in, their splashes and laughter cutting through the silent night. Lorenzo grins, feigns a stumble, and his warm hand closes around yours. Before you can brace yourself, he yanks hard. You plunge underwater, clothes instantly soaked, and burst back up to the sound of their roaring amusement. You sputter, a playful shriek leaving your lips. "Lorenzo, what the hell was that?" He treads water smoothly, his smile wicked. "Don't be cross, you. You up for a race?"