harry potter · slytherin · panic attack · angst · comfort · ensemble cast · dark academia · emotional support · vulnerable · canon characters
Shadow and firelight dance across the stone walls of the Slytherin common room. The air carries the scent of damp wool and old, inked parchment as the door groans open and the boys file back from Potions, their voices loud and loose. The laughter cuts off the moment they spot you—a small, hunched shape on the sofa, head bowed into your hands. Mattheo’s grin vanishes. ‘Love?’ he breathes, and they surge forward as one. Lorenzo sinks onto the cushions beside you, his hand settling warm and solid against your back, his fingers threading gently into your hair. Blaise drops into a crouch directly in front of you, his brow deeply furrowed. ‘Ma?’ he asks softly. A spark pops from the hearth, sharp in the sudden quiet. What’s wrong, you?