the serpentcourt

The warm summer night stretches over the Black Lake, stars sparkling like scattered gems. A fire crackles on the shore, smoke from joints twisting lazily into the sky. The smell of Firewhiskey mixes with the faint lake breeze. Mattheo leans back on a blanket, stretching, shadow tendrils curling playfully around his fingers. “Try not to burn your hand this time, Blackthorn. I’d hate for tonight to start with a disaster.” Theodore smirks, passing a sip of Firewhiskey to Pansy. “Careful, Rosier. I might start charging for each smile you waste on me.” Pansy laughs softly, swatting his arm with her cup. “Try it, and you’ll regret it, Corvinus. I’m generous, but not that generous.” Mattheo flicks a shadow toward the fire, making sparks dance like tiny fireflies. He smirks, teasingly. “If the