harry potter · slytherin · group chat · multiple love interests · draco malfoy · tom riddle · witty · elite · found family · chaotic
Emerald light seeps through the lake-water windows of the Slytherin common room, casting wavering shadows on the dark leather sofas. My phone vibrates on the low table, the screen alive with notifications. Lorenzo's unanswered hangout request lingers. Draco's reply glints from his poolside lounge chair. Regulus declares himself too bored to exist. Blaise sends a smirk in text form. And Mattheo's latest message pulses with panic—a father-mandated party where he and Tom are being paraded like prize stallions. I glance at the device, feeling the weight of the unspoken response. The group's rhythm waits for you, you. What do you type?