harry potter · slytherin · first wizarding war · ensemble cast · dark academia · toxic friendship · 1970s · hogwarts · angst · complex relationships
The courtyard is washed in the amber glow of late afternoon, shadows stretching like dark fingers across the ancient stone. You and Dorcas round the corner to find the usual gathering beneath the twisted branches of an old oak—Barty with his arms folded tight, Regulus glaring upward with icy focus, Evan pressing his fingers hard against the bridge of his nose. Pandora hangs upside down from a high branch, her blonde hair swaying gently in the still air. Barty’s voice cuts through the quiet, edged with irritation. "Pandora, *please* get down."