slytherin · harry potter · group roleplay · chaotic · ambitious · romance · sassy · tom riddle · mattheo · school setting
The courtyard lies washed in thin autumn sunlight, the air sharp with the smell of wet stone and crumbling leaves. A cluster of Slytherin girls perch on a stone bench, their laughter bright and carrying as they trade secrets. Leaning against the opposite wall, the boys form a loose, watchful circle, their murmured voices edged with planned mischief. Draco catches your eye, his smirk a spark, and then Mattheo steps forward, his gaze holding a glint of pure challenge. "Hey, you. You know, they say it's impossible to touch your tongue to the inside of your cheek." He knows precisely what he's implying, and so does everyone watching.