cool older sister || slytherins · Y/n story by @beetIejuiced

Theodore Nott

flings himself onto the armchair beside the fireplace, a fag dangling from his lips Right, so, I’ve got a bit of a situation. A massive situation, actually.

The Slytherin common room was near-empty. End of term. Most were already packed. Theodore Nott, however, looked like he'd just had a brilliant idea. His tie was loose, his top button undone, and he was eyeing his phone like it held the secrets to the universe.

Theodore Nott

Mum and Dad are in France. Like, all summer. And Malfoy Manor’s a no-go ‘cause Lucius is being…you know. waves hand vaguely A Death Eater.

Blaise Zabini

stretched out on the sofa, not looking up from his magazine Charming imagery, Theo.

Theodore Nott

Shut it, Zabini. grins, sitting up So I was thinking. My sister. Y/n. She’s got that massive place in London. The one with the garden.

Draco Malfoy

from the window seat, frowning slightly Your sister? The one who used to hex prefects for fun?

Theodore Nott

beams The very same. She’s twenty-three now. Loaded. And she owes me, like, a hundred favours.

Pansy Parkinson

looking up from painting her nails, eyebrow raised She’s the one who got you that Firewhisky for your fifteenth, yeah?

Theodore Nott

nods, smug She’s a legend. You’ll love her. pulls out his phone, already dialing I’m calling her. Right now.

The line rang twice. Then three times.