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The Shadows of Slytherin

ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ (ᴄᴜᴢ ʏ ɴᴏᴛ)

In the dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, whispers echoed as the evening air turned crisp. The Slytherin common room, hidden beneath the dungeons, thrummed with a mix of anticipation and mischief. Tonight, a gathering of the Slytherin boys would unfold—a night filled with plotting, laughter, and perhaps a dash of trouble.

At the heart of the common room sat a plush, emerald green sofa, where a group of four boys lounged: Scorpius Malfoy, Alaric Nott, Hugo Flint, and Cassian Lestrange. Each of them bore the proud emblem of their house, yet their personalities were as varied as the portraits that adorned the stone walls.

Scorpius, the quiet and observant one, was often considered the brains of the group. With his pale blond hair and piercing gray eyes, he had an air of calm that belied the clever thoughts swirling in his mind. He leaned back, fingers entwined behind his head, contemplating the upcoming Triwizard Tournament.

"Have you heard about the first task?" Scorpius asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

"Of course," Alaric replied, leaning forward, his dark hair falling into his eyes. He was the more impulsive one, always eager for action. "Dragons! I can't wait to see how the champions handle those beasts. It's going to be epic!"

"Epic or foolish?" Cassian chimed in, his voice smooth like silk. He had an air of confidence that often bordered on arrogance. With his dark curls and striking features, he was aware of the effect he had on others. "Not every champion is cut out for dragon handling. Some will falter."

Hugo, the jovial spirit of the group, laughed. "Come on, Cassian! Where's your sense of adventure? Watching them face dragons will be the highlight of the year!"

"I'd rather not end up roasted like a marshmallow," Cassian shot back, smirking.

Their banter continued, lighthearted yet laced with the competitive spirit of Slytherin. As the conversation flowed, the boys began to discuss their own ambitions.

"Once we're of age, we should start forming alliances," Scorpius suggested. "A strong network can do wonders, especially for those of us looking to pursue careers in the Ministry or beyond."

"Agreed," Alaric replied. "But let's not forget the importance of cunning. We need to outsmart our rivals, not just align with them."

Cassian nodded, his eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and ambition. "I have a few ideas on how to make our presence known. Imagine orchestrating a spectacle that gets us all noticed."

"What do you have in mind?" Hugo asked, his curiosity piqued.

"A little distraction, perhaps," Cassian said, a sly grin spreading across his face. "A well-timed prank that catches everyone off guard. We could create a diversion during the first task. Chaos in the stands while the champions face the dragons—now that would be memorable!"

The boys exchanged excited glances. While they were all ambitious, they were also bound by the brotherhood of Slytherin, and tonight's adventure promised a tale that would be recounted for years to come.

As the evening progressed, they began to plot their scheme. Scorpius suggested they enchant a few enchanted fireworks to go off in the stands, providing a stunning display that would divert attention away from the champions. Alaric, ever the eager accomplice, volunteered to set the charms. Cassian took charge of the timing, while Hugo eagerly contributed ideas for how to make it all even more spectacular.

"Let's do this right," Scorpius warned. "We don't want to end up in detention. We'll need to be careful."

As they finalized their plans, a sense of camaraderie filled the room. The boys were bound not just by their ambitions, but by a friendship that thrived on shared experiences and the thrill of the unknown.