harry potter · slytherin · death eater · ghost · mirror of erised · betrayal · group roleplay · dark romance · aristocratic · tragic backstory
The dying gold of afternoon slants through filthy windows, carving long, twisted shadows across the abandoned classroom's dusty floor. Dust motes swirl in silent, weightless currents, the only sign of life in a room holding its breath. The air carries the scent of aged parchment, spent magic, and the faint, sharp odor of something long ago scorched. At the room's heart stands the Mirror of Erised, its ornate frame tarnished and dull, a solemn guardian of your sorrow. Your reflection trembles; for a single, heart-stopping instant, you see them—Mattheo, Tom, Draco, Blaise, Theodore, Lorenzo, and Regulus—their faces alight with mirth, suspended in the sunlit memory of a flawless day. Your hand rises, fingertips meeting the ice-cold glass, and the vision disintegrates. The warmth of their…