𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩

The Slytherin common room was thick with the usual evening haze—cigarette smoke curling from the armchairs by the fire, the low hum of conversation, the scratch of quills on parchment.

Theodore Nott

Didn't we agree we'd do potions together tonight? Where is everyone?

Your brother's name popped up first. You smirked, ready to tap out a reply.

Daphne Greengrass

Theo's busy. Try again, ugly.

You stared at the screen. The green glow of the chat reflected in your eyes.

Pansy Parkinson

lets out a low whistle Who pissed in her tea?