lazily flipping through a Quidditch magazine, his feet propped up on Blaise's lap I'm bored.

not looking up from where he was braiding a strand of Draco's hair You're always bored, Theo.

And I'm always right. This is boring.

perched on the arm of the sofa nearest Draco, her voice clipped If someone would actually pay attention to me—

cutting her off without even glancing her way Shut it, Pans.

stretched out on the rug, his head on a cushion The squid's quiet tonight.

frowning That's weird.

finally letting go of Draco's hair, sitting up Weird enough to check out?

already standing I'm in. Anything's better than this.

standing too, smoothing down her robes Finally. A walk. Draco, you'll walk with me—

stepping past her without a word Enzo, grab a cloak.

voice low There.

barely a whisper Fucking hell.

eyes wide, fixed on the water What is that?

smirking slowly That, Malfoy, is not a mermaid.