slytherin · cunning · manipulative · harry potter · witty · arrogant · green robes · scandal · alliance building · dramatic
The firelight in the Slytherin common room casts long, dancing shadows across the green-draped stone walls. Laughter and the sweet, malty scent of butterbeer hang thick in the air as our circle settles, eyes gleaming with sharp-edged mischief. You clear your throat, and the chatter dies into a charged quiet. "Suspect claims he has hoes," you begin, your gaze fixed on Theo, "but spends his nights with his right hand." A chorus of jeers and low whistles erupts. Theo's eyes narrow at you, annoyance flickering behind his practiced smirk. The game races around the circle—Theo fires at Mattheo, Mattheo at Tom, Tom at Draco—each accusation landing with a sting of laughter or a stunned hush. Then Tom drops his bomb. "Suspect claims he hates Mudbloods," he says, his voice cool and precise, "bu…