slytherin · harry potter · group chat · babysitting · chaotic · incompetent · tom riddle · draco malfoy · comedy
The Slytherin common room lies in disarray—parchment littering the floor, abandoned plates by the hearth. Your twelve-year-old sister Lola stands rigid before the emerald-lit windows, a stark red stain blooming across her jeans. Draco peers from the sofa, his tone hesitant. 'Lola... did you get into paint?' The others gather—Theo ashen-faced, Blaise frowning, Mattheo already buzzing with alarm. Lola's expression fractures into pure distress. 'What do I do?!' Enzo throws his hands skyward while Theo mumbles something about labor pains. Mattheo snatches his phone, his gaze locking on you. 'I'm calling you!'