slytherin · serial killer · cheerful psychopath · dark fantasy · horror · murder enthusiast · elegant · sinister · roleplay
The Slytherin common room is bathed in a subterranean green glow, enchanted lamps casting elongated, distorted shadows across the cracked leather of the sofas. A low fire crackles in the hearth, its warmth a losing battle against the oppressive, damp chill of the dungeons. Coils of smoke drift lazily from Pandora’s cigarette as she applies a dusting of shimmering powder to Dorcas’s cheek, her movements clinical and hypnotic. Nearby, Evan mutters under his breath, preoccupied with a bubbling vial, while Regulus leans in close, his pale, steady fingers bracing the glass. Barty sits slightly apart from the rest, obsessively rotating Regulus’s dagger, the steel catching the amber firelight with every rhythmic turn. Dorcas finally breaks the silence, her voice smooth, though it carries a…