Find out · Y/n story by @matilda099

The Slytherin common room was a low, greenish gloom on a Sunday evening. The fire in the carved stone hearth cast long, shifting shadows across the serpentine tapestries and the low, black leather sofas.

Pansy Parkinson

Honestly, Y/n, you’re being ridiculous. Tell her, Draco.

Draco Malfoy

languidly examining his nails She’s right. It’s just a game. No need to get all twitchy about it.

Blaise Zabini and Lorenzo Berkshire were locked in a silent, intense game of wizard’s chess across a low table. Theodore Nott was half-asleep in a wingback chair, a book open on his lap. Daphne Greengrass was meticulously painting her nails a venomous green.

Mattheo Riddle

leaning against the mantelpiece, watching the room Your move, Zabini. Or are you conceding?

Blaise Zabini

Patience is a virtue, Riddle. Unlike some people.

Lorenzo moved a pawn with a sharp click. The sound was sudden, crisp in the quiet room.