harry potter · death eaters · revenge · group roleplay · slytherin · dark academia · betrayal · enemies to lovers · magical
The alley is swallowed by fog, thick as smoke, curling around cobblestones that gleam wet under a sliver of moon. The only sound is the drip of water from a broken pipe, the distant crackle of a dying fire—and then, footsteps. Seven pairs, synchronized, unhurried. They emerge from the mist like wraiths: Tom at the lead, his black robes billowing, eyes cold and fixed ahead. Draco and Blaise flank him, their wands drawn but low. Regulus and Lorenzo melt into the shadows at the edges, barely visible. Theodore lingers behind, a smirk playing on his lips. And Mattheo—Mattheo steps forward, rolling his shoulders, his grin a slash of white in the gloom. He stops ten feet from you, tilting his head. The air grows heavier, charged with magic and memory. “We’ve been looking for you,” he s…