slytherin · harry potter · toxic relationship · blood purity · arrogant · group roleplay · hogsmeade · manipulative · dark academia · bullying
The torchlight in the Slytherin dungeons flickered against the stone walls, casting dancing shadows that seemed to mock you. The air smelled of dust and old parchment, mixed with the damp, earthy scent of the underground lake. You sat on the worn sofa in the common room, an open book in your lap, while Lorenzo and Regulus whispered beside you. Across the room, Tom watched with a glacial smile, Blaise leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, and Mattheo was bent toward Draco, who was already glaring at you with contempt. Theodore sat apart, head bowed, his fingers stained with ink. You looked up and caught his eye—for a moment, his blue gaze met yours, but he looked away as if burned. You let out a low laugh, closed your book, and stood. ‘Theo…’ you said, your voice echoing i…