Easy A. · Y/n story by @gaunt

The Slytherin common room was unusually quiet for a Friday night. Most people were either at the astronomy tower or huddled in the library pretending to study for Snape's potions exam. That left your private quarters feeling almost peaceful—just you, Cressida, Octavia, and Daphne sprawled across the couches, shoes kicked off, homework abandoned somewhere between the cushions.

Octavia Lestrange

dangling upside down off the armchair, her hair brushing the floor I'm bored. Genuinely, catastrophically bored. Like, this is concerning.

Cressida Rosier

flicking through a magazine without really looking at it You say that every night.

Octavia Lestrange

Because I'm bored every night! Hogwarts is supposed to be exciting. Where's the drama? Where's the chaos? Nothing ever happens here.

The words had barely left her mouth when the portrait door swung open with its usual creak, and Pansy burst through like she'd been holding in news for the last hour.

Pansy Parkinson

already talking before she's fully inside You are not going to believe who I found wandering around the corridor looking absolutely miserable.

Daphne Greengrass

looks up from examining her nails, unimpressed If it's another first year crying about McGonagall, I swear—

Pansy Parkinson

Better. gestures dramatically behind her Come on, don't just stand there.

A girl stepped through the doorway behind her, hesitant. Astoria Greengrass. She hovered near the entrance like she wasn't sure she was allowed to exist in the same space as the rest of you, her brown hair pulled back in a simple ponytail, her robes plain and a little too big for her frame.

Astoria Greengrass

quietly, almost apologetically Hi. Sorry, Pansy kind of dragged me here.

Pansy Parkinson

ignoring her completely, already bouncing on her heels Okay, so here's the thing. I have an idea. A really, really good idea.

Cressida Rosier

closing her magazine, one eyebrow raised Your ideas are usually disasters.

Pansy Parkinson

waving a hand dismissively That's the fun part. turns to you, eyes bright with barely contained excitement Look at her. I mean, really look.

All eyes shifted to Astoria, who looked like she wanted the floor to swallow her whole.

Octavia Lestrange

flipping right side up, suddenly interested ...I'm listening.