Emerson Wilmore was an exemplary Ravenclaw student, known for her unwavering dedication to academics and an unyielding moral compass. However, things took a twisted and deviated turn in her life after her boyfriend, Cedric Diggory, was murdered by L...
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The castle was quiet, eerily so. Morning light filtered through the high windows, casting long shadows across the corridors. Mattheo's footsteps echoed as he strode with purpose toward the Room of Requirement. His head was down, hands shoved into his pockets, mind spinning with what he might say to Draco when he finally spoke to him.
He hadn't seen him in days. Not in the Common Room. Not at meals. Not even in passing. And with everything happening, Mattheo couldn't shake the feeling that something was slipping through the cracks. Guilt rooted itself in his chest ever since yesterday. While Mattheo was trying to prove to Emerson that he could be better, Draco was slipping further and further into darkness alone. Mattheo knew his friend, knowing exactly the way he crumbled in silence and drowned without making a sound. The familiar feeling haunted him.
He's alone, Mattheo thought, jaw tightening. He's been alone this whole time. Because of me.
So, that afternoon, he skipped lunch, ducked away from Emerson, Enzo, Theo and Olivia, and headed toward the Room of Requirement.
But just as he turned a corridor near the seventh floor, he stopped short.
Potter.
He was clutching something in his hand, a silvery, weightless shimmer Mattheo immediately recognised: the Invisibility Cloak. His face was pale, drawn tight with fury and panic.
"You!" Harry snapped with loathing.
Mattheo came to a halt, eyes narrowing. He didn't have time for this confrontation, nor the patience.
"Potter," He said dryly. "Lose your Chosen One fan club?"
"Don't even try to deny it," Harry snarled, stepping directly into Mattheo's path.
"What the fuck are you on about now, Potter?" Mattheo muttered, his voice flat and tired.
"Malfoy," Harry hissed. "The Room of Requirement."
Mattheo's jaw clenched at the preciseness of his accusations. "For fucks sakes Potter, are you still convinced everything in this castle is a personal conspiracy against you?"
"I knew it," Harry retorted, ignoring the jab. "I knew you were up to something. You, Nott, Berkshire, Malfoy. You've been covering for each other this entire year."
Mattheo rolled his eyes. He could not be fucked with this. He needed to speak with Draco. "Are you feeling alright? You look like you haven't slept in a week. That paranoia finally getting to you?"
"Don't play dumb," Harry stepped forward in an attempt to be threatening, but Mattheo didn't budge or flinch. He merely stared at him with a bored expression. "I just saw Trelawney get thrown out of the Room of Requirement. She said she heard a boy inside celebrating. Laughing."
