I spot them immediately. Draco's holding court by the fireplace, drawling about something that's making Theo roll his eyes. Blaise is laughing, arm slung around Daphne's shoulders. Aurelia and Astoria are huddled on a velvet couch, passing a bottle of firewhisky between them. Evan and Barty are in the corner, losing spectacularly at wizard's chess based on Evan's string of curse words.

And then there's Pansy.

She's tucked into the corner of an oversized armchair, knees pulled up, a half-empty bottle of butterbeer dangling from her fingers. Her short black hair falls across her face as she laughs at something Mattheo just said. He's perched on the arm of her chair, close, his hand resting on the back of it, his head tilted toward her.

His eyes catch mine the second I walk in.