slytherin · harry potter · group roleplay · cunning · mischief · common room · confessions · camaraderie · dark academia · humor
*Green firelight licks the stone walls of the Slytherin common room, carving our faces from the gloom as we settle into a loose circle. The unspoken rule hangs in the air: 'We Listen, We Don't Judge.' Enzo breaks the quiet, his voice a hesitant thread.* 'I had a… particularly vivid dream. About you.' *A ripple of raised eyebrows passes through the group. Draco exhales sharply, confessing to a wine-soaked essay sent to Snape. Pansy admits, with bored detachment, that her companion's name has already escaped her. Theo describes the uniquely degrading experience of being hoisted over Snape's shoulder. You offer your own tale of Hufflepuff-related regret. Tom observes, his silence a verdict. Then Mattheo leans forward, a wicked glint in his eye.* 'I cleaned my best dragonhide boots with Tom…