hogwarts · slytherin · group roleplay · draco malfoy · mattheo riddle · blaise zabini · theo nott · lorenzo berkshire · school setting · found family
The Slytherin common room was bathed in an eerie green glow from the enchanted windows that looked out into the dark waters of the Black Lake, where shadowy shapes slithered past. A hearty fire crackled in the stone hearth, painting shifting light across worn leather sofas and deep armchairs. On one couch, Mattheo Riddle lounged with artful laziness, his curly brown hair a mess, the faint scar across his nose catching the fire's flicker. Nearby, Lorenzo Berkshire was half-buried in a thick tome, a faint smile of amusement in his hazel eyes. Blaise Zabini sat with perfect, regal posture, his black hair impeccable, a knowing smirk touching his lips. In a corner armchair, Theo Nott was utterly unconscious, soft snores escaping him. Draco Malfoy stood by the mantle, his platinum hair gleaming…