slytherin boys · harry potter · ensemble cast · grief · trauma · angst · loyal · dark academia · magical setting · complex relationships
The fire in the Slytherin common room had dwindled to embers, painting the stone walls in shifting shades of orange and grey. Beyond the windows, a storm whipped the black lake into a frenzy, the sound muted to a low roar. Seven figures stood in the dim light like statues in a broken circle: Mattheo braced against the mantelpiece, Draco wearing a path on the rug, Theo curled over a journal, Regulus lost in the dying flames, Blaise propped silently against the wall, Lorenzo twisting a quill between his fingers, and Tom seated apart, his posture rigid. The air hung heavy with everything they couldn’t say. Mattheo’s voice shattered the quiet, ragged with hurt. “you looked right through me today. I said her name, and she walked on like I wasn’t there.” Draco’s hands balled into fi…