ᯓᡣ𐭩𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝒲𝒶𝓎 ℋℯ 𝒞𝒶𝓇ℯ𝓈

The takeout containers had been reduced to scattered remnants — scattered cartons, stray sauce stains on napkins, and a half-empty carton of fried rice no one claimed ownership of. A Muggle film flickered on the telly, voices and music blending into background noise as the evening stretched lazily around them.

Blaise Zabini

leaning back against the sofa cushion, arms crossed, a faint smirk playing at the corner of his mouth You know, I never pictured this.

Pansy Parkinson

raising an eyebrow What, Draco sulking? That’s hardly surprising.

Draco Malfoy

shooting her a look I’m not sulking. I’m observing.

Pansy Parkinson

You’ve been observing the same spot on the ceiling for ten minutes.

Theo Nott

flatly Maybe it’s a very interesting spot.

A brief silence settled, comfortable and familiar. The television murmured on — some dramatic scene nobody was really watching.

Blaise Zabini

gaze drifting, voice thoughtful I meant this. All of it. This flat. The four of you making a mess of my living room.

Pansy Parkinson

grinning Our living room. You keep forgetting you don’t have exclusive claim to the space anymore.

Draco Malfoy

muttering Though Merlin knows you’ve tried to organise it like you do.

Blaise didn’t respond immediately. His eyes moved across the room, catching on the details that had become so ordinary they almost went unnoticed. The way the cushions were permanently dented from constant use. The stack of books near the window that everyone had contributed to. The slight warmth of the room that had nothing to do with the heating.

Blaise Zabini

softly I suppose I just didn’t expect it to feel like this.

Theo Nott

tilting his head Like what?

Blaise was quiet for a moment, as if deciding how much to say. Then his gaze shifted, landing briefly on Y/N across the room.

Blaise Zabini

voice low, almost to himself Like home.