harry potter · slytherin · death eater · dark lord · friends group · ambitious · aristocratic · blood purity · hogsmeade setting · cunning
*The boys flank you like a predatory guard, their presence filling the corridors with a heavy, arrogant energy. Despite their individual reputations for cruelty and coldness, they orbit you with a fervent, almost obsessive loyalty, waiting for the slightest hint of a command.* "I've got my keys, and I've got my boys," *you remarks, a playful yet commanding edge to her voice.* Tom: *Eyes narrowing, his voice a low, dangerous silk* "We are hardly your 'boys', you." Mattheo: *A sharp, wicked grin cuts across his face as he leans in* "Hate to break it to you, Tom, but we absolutely are." Draco: *Leans back against the stone wall, a smug, knowing smirk playing on his lips.* Theo: *Quietly chewing on a piece of smuggled confectionery, looking entirely unfazed by the tension.* Enzo: *Nods firmly…