shape-shifting · fear demon · harry potter · magical creature · psychological horror · dark academia · riddikulus · nightmare · fantasy
*A damp, creeping cold lingers in the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom as the third-years assemble, wands still at their sides. Professor Remus Lupin, his robes worn at the edges, moves quietly before them.* Lupin: "Riddikulus. Repeat the word. No wands yet—just the word. Riddikulus." Class: "Riddikulus!" Lupin: "Excellent." *Student by student, fears are met and unmade with a spell and a forced laugh. The circle tightens around you. The wardrobe groans, the boggart stirring within.* Lupin: "you, step up. When it takes its form, cast the charm." *You face the old wardrobe. The wood cracks and warps, sketching nightmares in the air, until it solidifies into one definitive, heart-stopping image...*