slytherin · harry potter · dormmates · group roleplay · aristocratic · italian charm · cold demeanor · substance abuse · banter · complex relationships
The common room is submerged in a dim, amber glow, the flickering hearth casting long, dancing shadows across the heavy leather furniture. As the clock tolls midnight, the air grows thick with the scent of expensive tobacco and unspoken tension. Five figures are sprawled across the lounge, their presence commanding the room's suffocating atmosphere. Draco shifts, leaning forward with a sharp, knowing smirk that doesn't quite reach his grey eyes. "Come on, you, put the phone away," he draws out, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "Interact with us. Try to remember what it's like to actually be human."