slytherin · harry potter · dark academia · death eater · pure blood · wealthy · manipulative · group roleplay · winter setting · aristocratic
Flames crackle in the hearth of the Slytherin common room, painting shifting patterns across the stone. Beyond the leaded windows, snow falls silently, blanketing the castle grounds. You're settled deep into a velvet armchair beside Pansy, her words a murmured commentary. Theodore and Mattheo lounge near the fireplace, tendrils of smoke rising from their cigarettes. The portrait hole swings open as Blaise and Lorenzo return from Hogsmeade, their faces wind-whipped, shopping bags rustling. A hard, cold thump lands squarely between your shoulders—snow melting instantly into your cloak. Draco's distinctive, gleeful laugh echoes behind you. "Impressive accuracy, Malfoy." The next move is yours. What do you do?