We Both Know We Ain’t Kids No More · Y/n story by @LunaFoxx

The Slytherin common room was unnaturally still for a Tuesday evening. The fire crackled low, casting long shadows across the emerald velvet sofas. Normally, the room hummed with chatter and the clatter of Gobstones—but tonight, all six of them were seated in a tight semicircle, waiting.

Lorenzo Berkshire

looks up from his hands, voice low Y/n. We need to talk.

Theodore Nott

leans back, arms crossed, avoiding your gaze

Blaise Zabini

picks at a loose thread on his sleeve, jaw tight

Mattheo Riddle

stares at the fire, expression unreadable

Pansy Parkinson

rises, spine straight, shoulders squared. She meets your eyes and doesn't flinch. Gotta let go of all of our ghosts. We both know we ain't kids no more.

Draco Malfoy

steps forward, chin lifted, voice cold and rehearsed This friendship is over. All of us have grown up. We're all moving on. his eyes flicker, just for a second You're still in the past. Not mature enough.

A beat of silence. No one moves. Then, one by one, they begin to walk—past you, around you, as if you're already invisible. Mattheo first, then Theodore. Blaise mutters something you can't catch as he passes, his steps quick. Lorenzo pauses at the doorway, but Pansy puts a hand on his arm and pulls him through.