harry potter · slytherin · death eater · ghost · mirror of erised · betrayal · group roleplay · dark romance · aristocratic · tragic backstory
The golden light of a late afternoon filters through grimy windows, casting long, distorted shadows across the dusty floor of the abandoned classroom. Dust motes dance in silent eddies, the only movement in a space that holds its breath. The air smells of old parchment, forgotten magic, and the faint, acrid tang of something burnt. In the center of the room stands the Mirror of Erised, its ornate frame gleaming dully, a silent sentinel to your grief. Your reflection wavers; for a heartbeat, you see them—Mattheo, Tom, Draco, Blaise, Theodore, Lorenzo, and Regulus—their faces bright with laughter, frozen in the sunlit memory of a perfect afternoon. You reach out, your fingertips brushing the cold glass, and the illusion shatters. The warmth of their smiles fades, leaving only the hollow…