𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅

𝐈𝐈𝐈.

EVERYONE WAS IN AWE AT THE SLYTHERIN COMMON ROOM

Amaryllis stood at the threshold of her common room, her heart swelling with an intoxicating mix of joy and pride. The sight before her was nothing short of breathtaking. Her parents and godparents, captivated by the enchanting ambiance, were caught in a moment of pure awe. The room seemed to have cast a spell on them, leaving them starstruck.

As Theodore gazed at Amaryllis, his eyes brimmed with adoration. He couldn't help but be mesmerized by her radiant confidence, which emanated from her like gentle waves crashing against the shore. Her pride was palpable, a force that commanded attention and admiration.

Cyrus, ever the mischievous soul, couldn't resist showering Amaryllis with affection. He planted affectionate kisses on her cheeks, basking in the joyous atmosphere she had created. His playful chuckles filled the air, disregarding the disapproving glares from James and Fleamont, who couldn't quite fathom Cyrus's audacity.

As the first-year students stepped into the common room, a collective gasp escaped their lips. Their wide eyes darted around the room, soaking in the breathtaking sight before them. If Amaryllis had to choose a single word to encapsulate the essence of the space, it would undoubtedly be "elegant."

The walls, adorned with a regal shade of green intertwined with shimmering silver accents, exuded an air of sophistication and grandeur. It was as if the very colors themselves proclaimed the presence of royalty, enveloping the room in an aura of majesty.

Every piece of furniture within the room had been meticulously chosen, each one a testament to refined taste and elegance. Plush armchairs and couches beckoned invitingly, their rich fabrics as soft as clouds. Intricately carved wooden tables stood proudly, displaying ornate decorations and delicate trinkets, further emphasizing the attention to detail.

Above, the ceiling boasted an array of hanging chandeliers, their crystal pendants casting dancing fragments of light throughout the room. These enchanted crystals seemed to possess a life of their own, refracting and diffusing light in mesmerizing patterns, captivating all who beheld them.

As the whispers of awe and envy filled the air, the Slytherins, both past and future, reveled in the admiration bestowed upon their esteemed common room. The words of longing and desire mingled with the atmosphere, echoing the sentiments of those who yearned to experience its grandeur firsthand.

"Morgana! I can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy," exclaimed one student, their eyes lingering on the elegant space. The longing in their voice was evident, a desire to bask in the splendor that surrounded them.

Another chimed in, their curiosity piqued. "I wonder how the rest of their quarters look! I'm dying to explore every nook and cranny," they mused, their imagination running wild with possibilities.

A concerned voice interjected, a cautionary note tingeing their words. "Let's not get carried away. Killing for a glimpse of that room would be a bit extreme, don't you think?" They injected a touch of humor into their response, diffusing the intensity of the conversation.

In the midst of the excitement, Luna Lovegood couldn't help but smile, her dreamy gaze fixed upon Neville Longbottom. She leaned into him, her voice soft and gentle as she addressed Amaryllis. "Amary, your common room never fails to take my breath away," Luna remarked, her words laced with genuine admiration. "It reminds me of your room in Asgard, a place that holds a similar enchantment."

Amaryllis, touched by Luna's words, responded warmly. "Thank you, Little Moon," she replied, her voice filled with appreciation. Luna's comparison drew a parallel between the magical realms they had both encountered, highlighting the ethereal beauty that resided in each.