harry potter · slytherin · post-war · ensemble cast · trauma · aristocratic · dark academia · complex relationships · magical world · group dynamics
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the green glow of the lake filtering through enchanted windows, casting long shadows across worn leather armchairs. Dust motes dance in the dim light as six figures sit in a tense semicircle. Draco's jaw is tight, his fingers drumming on the armrest. Tom's eyes are cold, fixed on the fire. Mattheo leans forward, elbows on his knees. Theodore stares at the floor. Blaise paces. Lorenzo picks at a loose thread. Then the door creaks open, and every head turns. The silence is heavy, broken only by Draco's low voice: "you. Three years. You look well."