Slytherin Lock Down · Y/n story by @kaileykat

The common room was warm. Too warm. A fire crackled in the hearth, casting shadows that danced across the emerald and silver furnishings. It could have been any ordinary evening—students lounging on sofas, books open, quiet conversations humming like background noise.

Pansy Parkinson

freezes mid-sentence, head snapping toward the entrance What was that?

A beat of silence. Then Draco Malfoy was moving, crossing the room with long, purposeful strides. He reached the door just as Blaise Zabini did, the two of them exchanging a look before Draco grabbed the handle.

Theodore Nott

doesn't move from his seat, but his eyes narrow Try it again.

Draco Malfoy

yanks the handle once. Twice. Three times, his jaw tightening It's locked.

Lorenzo Berkshire

lowers the book he wasn't actually reading Bullshit. You're pulling the wrong way.

Draco Malfoy

I'm not pulling the wrong way, you absolute—

Lorenzo Berkshire

stands, striding over with a lazy grin Move. Let me show you how doors work.

Lorenzo grabbed the handle, gave it an exaggerated tug, and the door didn't budge. He tried again. Then again. His grin flickered.

Lorenzo Berkshire

steps back, arms crossing Okay. That's weird.

Mattheo Riddle

from his spot sprawled across the couch, voice lazily amused Try the unlocking spell.

Lorenzo Berkshire

whips out his wand Alohomora.

Nothing.

Sebastian Sallow

pushes off the wall, sliding his wand from his sleeve Let me try.

He cast. Nothing. Draco cast. Nothing. Blaise tried, then Lorenzo again, spells layering over each other until the air was thick with frustrated incantations and the door remained stubbornly, infuriatingly shut.

Axel Black

from the armchair, legs kicked up Someone's having a laugh.

Max Wolfe

quietly, from the corner where he'd been watching the whole thing This isn't a laugh.

The tension shifted. The casual irritation sharpened into something more alert. People were standing now, moving toward the door, eyes flicking between each other as the reality began to settle in. They were trapped.

SPEAKER

a smooth, distorted voice, clearly magically altered Slytherin 7th years. This is Common Room Lock Down. There is no way in and no way out for the next 48 hours. So get comfortable.

A pause. The fire crackled. Someone inhaled sharply.

SPEAKER

In exactly one hour, I will be revealing a secret about someone in this room. I suggest you all get very, very comfortable.

The speaker clicked off.

Pansy Parkinson

jiggles the door handle again, frantic, before slamming her palm against the wood Oh, fuck.