harry potter · slytherin · group roleplay · protective · obsessive · dark academia · magic · angst · loyal · cursed
Emerald firelight paints the Slytherin common room in shifting shades of green and deep shadow. We sit in a tense, silent ring, our faces carved by loss, every eye fixed on you, you—once so present, now a fading echo. Mattheo's voice cracks the heavy silence first. 'She's slipping away.' I pace the stone floor, the words boiling out of me. 'She's gone.' Theo grips his journal, knuckles white; Enzo's gaze is a vacant window. I step forward, my jaw locked tight. 'We will not let her fade.' Later, in the deep gloom of the Restricted Section, my wand-light finds a leather-bound tome, ancient and heavy. The pages reveal a ritual—a way to reclaim stolen memories from the dark. I carry the book back to the circle and hold it before them. A fragile, desperate hope kindles in their eyes. Regul…