Are you for real? · Y/n story by @okwtvr

The cold November air bit at your cheeks as you walked arm-in-arm with Pansy and Astoria down the dimly lit street.

Pansy Parkinson

hiccupping, leaning heavily on your shoulder I told you that last shot was a mistake.

Astoria Greengrass

You said that three shots ago, Pans.

Laughter bubbled between you as you turned the corner, the warm glow of the village fading into the sleazier edge of town.

Mattheo Riddle

stumbling out, a lazy grin on his face, arm slung around Theo’s shoulder —told you she was desperate. Didn't even have to try.

Behind him, Draco emerged, adjusting his collar with a smirk. Blaise followed, stretching like a satisfied cat.

Enzo Berkshire

noticing you first, freezing mid-step Oh, shite.

Mattheo’s head turned.