figure it out • t.n. · Y/n story by @mrnyaa

The sixth-year common room buzzes with its usual evening energy—someone's got a speaker playing whatever latest song Mattheo found on TikTok, Enzo is sprawled across the longest couch with his phone held above his face, and the fire crackles low in the grate.

Pansy Parkinson

There they are. Finally.

Mattheo Riddle

grinning from where he's draped across an armchair Took you long enough. We've been waiting.

Daphne Greengrass

looks up from her book, raising an eyebrow We need your help.

Theodore Nott

appearing behind you, close enough that you feel the warmth of him before you see him Help with what?

Blaise Zabini

without looking up from his phone Party. Saturday. We're setting up tomorrow night and we need extra hands.

Enzo Berkshire

sitting up, eyes bright A big one. Like, actually big. Pansy found a playlist, Draco's bringing his good firewhisky, and Mattheo's already planning something stupid.

Mattheo Riddle

offended It's not stupid. It's strategic.

Pansy Parkinson

snorts It's stupid.

Draco Malfoy

leaning against the window frame, arms crossed The point is, we need people to help set up tomorrow evening. You two free?