Bonding magic drunk game | D.M · Y/n story by @malfoyliv

The dungeons were alive with noise. Firewhisky sloshed over the rims of goblets, and the green glow of the torches cast long, swaying shadows across the stone walls.

Pansy Parkinson

perched on the arm of a velvet sofa, her goblet held high I have the most brilliant idea.

Blaise Zabini

stretched out in an armchair, smirking When do you not?

Pansy Parkinson

Divination. But the fun kind.

Draco Malfoy

leaning against the mantelpiece, a glass of Firewhisky in hand Go on.

Pansy Parkinson

her eyes glinting We use cards. Find out who our soulmates are. And then... we bind ourselves to them.

Theodore Nott

from the shadows, his voice dry That's mad, even for you.

Pansy Parkinson

grinning That's the point.

A ripple of murmurs passed through the crowd. Some laughed. Others exchanged glances, curious, wary, or both.

Vincent Crabbe

Don't really get it but I'm in.

Gregory Goyle

Same.

Pansy Parkinson

hopping off the armrest, gathering her robe I've got the cards. And the ritual. It'll work. Trust me.

Theodore Nott

raises an eyebrow And when it backfires?

Pansy Parkinson

winks Then it'll be interesting.