The room doesn't actually go quiet—it just shifts from general noise to excited shouting. Theo looks way too energized for this time of night. He's got that look in his eye that usually means someone is about to be embarrassed.

A few people cheer. A few others start placing bets. Two chairs are dragged into the center of the room with a loud scrape against the floor. Draco Malfoy, looking entirely too smug and slightly flushed, flops down into one of them. He leans back, arms spread across the top of the chair, watching the crowd with a sharp, entertained glint in his grey eyes.

The room erupts. People are whistling, laughing, and pushing each other to get a better view. Suddenly, every single eye in the room is locked on Y/n. Draco doesn't move, but he tilts his head, his gaze heavy and expectant.