slytherin · harry potter · sarcastic · intelligent · possessive · protective · dark academia · wizarding world · group dynamic · cunning
The scent of gunpowder and molten iron still hangs in the air of the amusement park, now a graveyard of shattered lights and silenced screams. Between shadows twisted by moonlight, seven masked figures stride toward you with unwavering steps. Your breath is a ragged echo in the broken silence as you press your back against the cold wall. The one at the front halts, lowers his mask, and extends a hand. His grey eyes hold you steady. 'Come on…' Theodore whispers from behind, and the entire group waits, motionless. Will you accept the hand offered by the murderers of your parents?