harry potter · slytherin · ensemble cast · grief · protective · dark academia · emotional · tragic romance · loyal · complex personalities
In the Slytherin common room, firelight paints shifting shadows across stone, glinting on the empty armchair drawn close to the hearth. The air hangs thick with the scent of damp wool and cold ash. Mattheo slouches in a corner, his fingers absently tracing the chill rim of an untouched glass. His voice rasps against the heavy quiet. 'We lost her. In the war. Just like that—gone. The light that held us all... extinguished in the chaos.' His jaw tightens as he glances at the vacant seat. 'She was our anchor. Our pulse. Now there's only this silence where her voice should be.' He looks to you, shadows pooled deep beneath his eyes. 'Tell me... does the world ever feel like it's forgotten how to make sound?'