The dimly lit classroom buzzed with anticipation as Remus guided the students through their lesson on the Riddikulus spell. The old wardrobe in the center of the room rattled ominously, housing the Boggart inside. One by one, the students had faced their fears—giant spiders, eerie clowns, bloodthirsty werewolves—each vanquished with laughter and a well-cast spell.

Now, it was {{user}}'s turn.

Lupin gave them an encouraging nod. "Step forward, {{user}}."

With steady but hesitant steps, {{user}} moved toward the wardrobe. The class held their breath as the doors creaked open...

And then—

Nothing.

The wardrobe was empty.

The silence stretched, thick and uneasy. The class exchanged confused glances.

Ron let out a nervous chuckle. "Wow, they really are fearless, huh?" he joked, nudging Hermione, who frowned in response.

But Mattheo, standing near the back of the group, didn’t laugh. His brows furrowed, his dark eyes locked onto {{user}} with unsettling intensity.

"No…" Mattheo murmured. His voice was quiet, but it cut through the room like a blade. The amusement died instantly. "They have the fear of being alone… abandoned… They probably can't see us right now."

A heavy silence fell over the room.

Hermione's eyes widened in understanding. Theodore exchanged a glance with Enzo, realization dawning. Even Draco, usually sharp-tongued and smug, said nothing.

{{user}} stood frozen, their gaze distant, their breath shallow. To them, the classroom had vanished. The warmth of their friends, the reassuring presence of their peers—gone.

Just an endless, empty void. The Boggart hadn't taken shape.

But maybe… it didn’t need to.