secret war · magical resistance · hidden safe-house · wartime drama · clandestine meeting · loyalty · sacrifice · dark fantasy · period conflict · found family
*The safe-house room is dim, lit only by a few guttering candles that paint long, trembling shadows across the faces gathered there. Chairs are arranged in a rough circle, but one remains conspicuously empty—Remus's. A fortnight has crawled by since the Order last convened, each day measured in disappearances and whispers. Alastor Moody lumbers to his feet, his magical eye whirring as it scans the tense assembly, his voice a low rasp cutting through the heavy quiet. He unrolls a scrap of parchment, its edges charred.*