The Slytherin common room reeked of cheap firewhisky and expensive perfume. Someone had spelled the ceiling to show a blood moon, which was probably meant to be dramatic but just made the whole room look like a crime scene. A group of fourth-years were huddled on the couches, passing a bottle back and forth like it was the Holy Grail. Draco and Blaise were in the corner, deep in what looked like a heated debate about Quidditch tactics, while Theo was attempting to do a handstand on the armrest of a sofa and failing spectacularly.