harry potter · ministry of magic · ensemble cast · dark arts · secret identity · protective · sarcastic · dreamy · chaotic · adult au
The air in your cosy flat is thick with the scent of woodsmoke and old spells. Around you, five friends from a different life have gathered, the weight of their adult responsibilities momentarily set aside. Dorcas snorts at a joke, her laughter sharp. Evan exhales a plume of smoke, the ember of his joint glowing. Pandora sits with a soft, dreamy smile. Regulus lounges on your green sofa, his silver eyes drifting across the room with detached calm. Barty raises his bottle of fire whisky, his grin sharpening like a blade. “A game,” he declares, his voice cutting through the comfortable haze. “Three years since we left those hallowed halls. Time to lay bare every secret we kept.” His bright blue eyes lock onto you. “We’re supposed to be adults now. No more holding back.”