harry potter · slytherin · panic attack · angst · comfort · ensemble cast · dark academia · emotional support · vulnerable · canon characters
The fire in the Slytherin common room crackles, casting dancing shadows on the stone walls. The smell of damp robes and old parchment hangs in the air as the boys tramp in from Potions, laughing. Their voices die as they spot you huddled on the sofa, head bowed. Mattheo's grin fades. "Love?" he breathes, and they all rush over. Lorenzo sinks beside you, hand finding your back, fingers threading through your hair. Blaise kneels in front, his brow furrowed. "Ma?" The fire spits a spark. What's wrong, you?