The Slytherin team doesn't just lose to Gryffindor; they collapsed. The scoreboard is a disaster, the locker room is a war zone of flying hexes and shattered egos, and the Slytherin common room has turned into a freezing, cutthroat court. Theo pulled up his phone, staring at your contact name, his chest tightening with a desperate, angry ache. You weren't there. You were miles away, safe in your manor, completely removed from this disaster. And right now, you were the only thing keeping him from tearing the castle apart.
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@cherrrybaeThe Slytherin common room was a pressure cooker at two in the morning. The green-tinted lamps cast long, jagged shadows across the stone walls, and the fire had burned down to glowing embers, doing nothing to chase away the damp cold seeping up from the Black Lake.