And so begins our sixth year at Hogwarts, the familiar chill of the Slytherin common room greeted us once again. Despite its frosty atmosphere, the room had become a comforting haven among friends.

Evan had claimed his usual spot on the green leather couch, likely slumbering off a hangover, while Dorcas amused herself by convincing first-years of the existence of mermaids if one merely squints hard enough. Meanwhile, Regulus remained absorbed in a book about the Dark Arts, your feet resting in his lap as you laid on the couch, daydreaming.

Although Barty Jr and Pandora, Evans sister; hailed from different Hogwarts houses, they were integral members of our group. They were probably engaged in their own activities in the Ravenclaw common room.

With a quiet inquiry, you asked Regulus, “Have you spoken to Sirius lately?” The question hung between us, the answer already known without need for verbal affirmation; his icy glare in my direction was enough.