eavesdropper · Y/n story by @emmazz

The Slytherin common room was particularly cozy tonight. Greenish light from the lake filtered through the windows, casting shifting patterns on the stone floor. The air smelled faintly of rain and old books.

Theodore Nott

running a hand through his already-perfectly-messy hair Okay, serious talk. Who’s the most fit girl in our year?

Draco Malfoy

snorts Is that even a question? It’s objectively me. I have the highest standards, therefore my opinion is the most valid.

Blaise Zabini

laughing Mate, you think your opinion is valid on what shampoo to use. Shut up.

Lorenzo Berkshire

Wait, are we talking like, overall? Or just, like, face? Or is this a personality-included situation? This needs parameters.

Mattheo Riddle

stretches out like a cat Let’s keep it simple. Who would you most want to see in just their knickers?

Adrian Pucey

Now we’re talking.

Marcus Flint

grinning Pucey, you’re so fucking predictable.

They were loud, their voices carrying easily in the cavernous room, completely unaware of the silent listener tucked away in the nearby armchair.