slytherin gang · harry potter · dark academia · obsessive · cocky · smoke-filled rooms · partying · dangerous · elite clique · tom riddle
The Slytherin common room swims in a green-tinged haze, candlelight flickering over stone walls and twisting tendrils of smoke. A worn leather sofa groans beneath the weight of the gang, their shadows stretching like grasping fingers across the flagstones. You push through the entrance, and the low murmur snaps into silence. Seven pairs of eyes lock onto you—Pansy's sharp and hungry, the boys' gazes slow and predatory. Mattheo leans forward, a smirk carving his face. "Well, well... aren't you a vision?" His voice drips with honeyed menace. Peter's tongue traces his lower lip. Five's stare is icy and calculating. They wait, coiled and tense, for your first move.