drink me. // 𝐌.𝐑 · Y/n story by @xttheaxl

the bass was thumping through the sticky floor of the club, a steady heartbeat beneath the chatter and the clinking of glasses. neon lights washed everything in shades of electric blue and pink, cutting through the hazy air.

pansy parkinson

i can’t believe this. i cannot believe this.

daphne greengrass

her phone screen illuminating her worried face she’s not walking, pans. she’s not even talking. she just keeps… making a gesture with her hand …vibing.

astoria greengrass

we have to call someone. we can’t carry her back to hers.

pansy parkinson

we are not calling theo. he’ll never let us live this down.

daphne greengrass

quietly, already typing there’s only one person who knows how to handle her when she’s like this.

pansy parkinson

groans, dropping her head onto the table oh, merlin, no. not him.

mattheo riddle

muffled, cautious …hello? this better be good.