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The Slytherin common room lay bathed in the golden light of a dying sun, the green-tinted windows casting long emerald shadows across the worn leather sofas. A fire crackled lazily in the wrought-iron hearth.

Lorenzo Berkshire

was sprawled across the foot of Y/N's bed, idly flipping through a Quidditch magazine

Mattheo Riddle

leaned against the bookshelf, arms crossed, watching Y/N run her fingers over the spines of her books

Theodore Nott

had claimed the armchair by the window, one leg draped over the armrest

Regulus Black

sat on the floor near the wardrobe, back against the wood, a worn copy of a potions text balanced on his knee

Tom Riddle

stood near the doorway, studying a parchment with narrowed eyes

Draco Malfoy

lounged on the chaise, twirling his wand idly

The peace was fragile, suspended.

Mattheo Riddle

shot to his feet, the magazines he'd been leaning on tumbling to the floor HOLY SHIT! YOU ARE COVERED IN BLOOD!

His voice cracked through the silence like a whip crack.

Lorenzo Berkshire

the magazine slipped from his fingers, his face draining of all color WHAT?

Tom Riddle

looked up sharply, his parchment forgotten Blood?

Draco Malfoy

slammed his book shut, leather hitting leather with a sharp slap Are you serious?

Theodore Nott

his leg hit the floor with a thud as he sat up, eyes wide

Regulus Black

the potions book slipped from his lap, hitting the rug with a muffled thump

All of them, frozen.