Sixteen Slytherins. One private sleepover. Enough alcohol to guarantee questionable decisions. Everything is going perfectly until midnight, when the doors lock and an anonymous voice announces that every thirty minutes, it will reveal someone’s secret. Crushes. Hookups. Kisses. Journal entries. Family problems. Things nobody was ever supposed to know. You have no way out, absolutely no privacy, and potentially two days before the room decides it’s finished with you. Naturally, everyone handles this with maturity and grace. Just kidding. Mattheo thinks it’s hilarious, Draco is threatening the architecture, people are discovering who secretly kissed whom, and Bastian, Malucius and Draven have suddenly become very fucking concerned about how much this thing knows about Burke. The first secret drops at 12:30. Unfortunately— you’re all still drunk. For this Slytherin mystery
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@MontenegroOh, good. Sixteen drunk Slytherins, a locked room, and a speaker about to air every single thing they've ever tried to bury.