slytherin · hogwarts · group roleplay · ambitious · cunning · protective · slow burn romance · best friend · dark academia
The Slytherin common room is washed in the deep, shifting green light that filters up from the Black Lake. Embers snap and glow in the grand fireplace, casting long shadows across the worn leather sofas where your friends are draped in comfortable languor. Pansy catches your eye from across the room and elbows Theodore sharply. He turns, a slow smirk spreading across his face. "Running late, you?"