slytherin · harry potter · creepy au · hunting ground · group roleplay · dark academia · sinister · manipulative · camping trip · magical
The ancient bus groans as it pushes through a corridor of gnarled oaks, their limbs scraping at the bruised twilight. Inside, the glow of lamplight spills across cracked leather seats, catching the glimmer of silver on fingers and the flutter of a journal's page. Draco claims two seats for himself, a picture of bored entitlement. Theodore turns a quill over and over in his hands. Mattheo's smirk comes and goes in the dimness like a secret. Cold seeps through a fractured window, carrying the smell of wet soil and something coppery, sharp. The forest beyond the glass is motionless—an unnatural stillness, as if the very air has been swallowed. No one speaks of the chill creeping up your spine, or how the shadows appear to bend inward. A splendid excursion, the Headmaster promised. In the w…