It was the kind of quiet that felt too heavy, the sort that settled in the corners of the room, wrapping itself around everyone like a suffocating fog.

You weren’t gone. But you could be. And that thought alone was enough to shatter them.

Denial Pansy stood by the window, arms wrapped around herself.

“She wouldn’t do that,” she muttered, voice breaking. “She wouldn’t just... She wouldn’t—”

Anger Theodore paced like a caged animal, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. His jaw was so tight it ached.

“She shouldn’t have been in that situation to begin with,” he spat. “This is—this is someone’s fault.”

Bargaining Cedric’s fingers trembled as he traced the edge of a photograph—all of you, before all of this. Before the uncertainty.

“I should’ve—” He swallowed hard. “I could’ve done something. If I’d been paying closer attention. If I’d said something sooner—”

D3pression Lorenzo hadn’t moved in what felt like hours. He sat on the floor, arms draped over his knees, staring at nothing.

“She’s already slipping away,” he murmured, voice hollow. “Even if she’s still here.”

Acceptance Blaise exhaled, slow and measured. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes—deep, thoughtful—held something the others didn’t.

“I don’t want her to go either,” he said, quiet but firm. “But if she does… we have to let her.”

The silence that followed was heavy.

But it didn’t last.

Revenge Draco leaned against the table, fingers pressed so tightly against the wood his knuckles turned white.

“If she does,” he said, “it won’t be by choice.”

Mattheo cracked his knuckles. “Someone’s pushing her toward the edge. And we’re going to find out who.”

Tom smiled, but there was nothing kind about it. “If someone takes her from us?” He tilted his head. “Well... That’s a different story.”

Regulus hadn’t spoken yet, but when he did, his voice was resolute. “If she disappears… Then we burn the world until we bring her back.”

And that was a promise.