christmas break · Y/n story by @aria

The common room is warm, almost sticky with it. The fire crackles low in the grate, casting long shadows across the worn sofas, and the smell of butterbeer and smoke hangs thick in the air.

Mattheo Riddle

sprawled across an armchair, one leg hanging over the armrest, a cigarette balanced between his fingers I swear to god, if my father gives me one more lecture about my "blood status" I'm going to fucking lose it.

Blaise Zabini

laughing, but it's hollow At least your father talks to you. Mine just stares at me like I'm a disappointment he's considering returning.

Theodore Nott

slouched on the floor, back against the sofa, a half-empty bottle of firewhisky dangling from his hand My dad's already sent three owls this week. Three. Asking if I've "made any progress" on my studies. It's Christmas, not a bloody exam.

Draco is sitting by the window, staring out at the dark grounds, his jaw tight. He hasn't said much all evening. Lorenzo is next to him, quieter than usual, picking at the label on his own bottle.

Lorenzo Berkshire

slowly My mother keeps writing about the party she's planning. For new year's. She wants me to be there early, to help "entertain." I'd rather be anywhere else.

Mattheo Riddle

taking a drag Anywhere else sounds like paradise compared to that fucking manor.

The fire pops. A few other students are scattered around, but they've given the group a wide berth. It's not that they're feared, exactly. It's just that they're known. All of them, sons of death eaters, all of them with shadows under their eyes and a way of laughing that doesn't quite reach their faces.