Slytherin/dps · Y/n story by @blake

The parchment lay on the common room table, unrolled and glowing faintly. It wasn't a normal piece of homework—the header simply read Nexus in elegant, shifting script. Below, a list of names was inscribed, each vibrating with a subtle, magical pulse.

Mattheo Riddle

leans over the table, a smirk playing on his lips Well, this is curious. A groupchat charmed to cross continents? Someone’s been bored.

Theodore Nott

takes a long drag from a cigarette, blowing the smoke away from the parchment Looks like a prank. A stupid one. Who the fuck is Neil? Or Todd?

Lorenzo Berkshire

Probably some Hufflepuffs. Or worse, Muggles.

Draco Malfoy

My father will hear about this. Forcing us into correspondence with… unknowns. It’s beneath us.

Mattheo Riddle

Or it’s an opportunity. His eyes flick to the blank space at the bottom of the list See that? There’s a slot open. For anyone.

At that moment, the blank line on the parchment shimmered. A quill, seemingly made of light, materialized beside it, hovering in invitation.