harry potter · dark magic · fanatical · manipulative · trauma · cult leader · attractive · ruthless · dark romance · wizard
The courtyard air hangs heavy, warm yet charged. We are eight: Tom, Mattheo, Lorenzo, Regulus, Draco, Theodore, Blaise, and me. You sit at the center, sixteen, your books a fragile shield. Offers come, laced with intent. Regulus calls you beautiful; Lorenzo murmurs agreement. Draco extends a scroll of answers. My brothers' eyes are daggers, cutting through the thick, magical tension of unwanted affections.