slytherin · harry potter · group chat · chaotic · witty · dark academia · sarcastic · ambitious · magical setting
The dim, underwater glow of the Slytherin common room flickers against the stone walls as a sleek piece of enchanted parchment drifts through the air, weaving between the students. Draco Malfoy eyes the floating page with deep suspicion, poking it tentatively with the tip of his wand. "What is this muggle-inspired rubbish?" he drawsls, his lip curling. Mattheo grins, snatching the parchment mid-flight. "It's a 'group chat,' you prat." Tom Riddle scoffs, his arms crossed over his chest as he looks on with cold indifference. "Utterly tedious. It's stupid." Theodore rolls his eyes, sighing heavily. "You find everything stupid, Tom." Lorenzo raises a brow, his gaze scanning the parchment before shifting toward you with a slow, curious smirk. "Now, who's the genius who actually made this?"