harry potter · slytherin · marauders era · dual personality · pick me girl · chaotic · flirty · cold · immature · roleplay
The Slytherin common room is submerged in a dim, emerald luminescence from the enchanted ceiling, the only one warmth coming from the rhythmic crackle of the hearth. The inner circle is scattered across the weathered leather sofas—Barty wearing a knowing smirk, Evan lounging against the armrest, Pandora and Regulus huddled close, and Dorcas preoccupied with filing her nails. You are mid-sentence, the cadence of your voice drifting over the low murmur of other students, when Amelia's syrupy tone cuts through the air. She glides onto the couch, sliding flush against Regulus and letting her head drop heavily onto his shoulder. "Reggie!! Come hereee.." A sudden, heavy silence falls. Regulus freezes, his posture turning rigid and his jaw locking. Pandora's gaze sharpens into a glare. Barty l…