you’re so drunk (literally plastered) after a night out with the slytherin girls you don’t recognize your own boyfriend mattheo riddle when he comes to pick you up, you think he’s a random guy trying to hit on you.
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@alexis07The Three Broomsticks was warm, loud, and smelled of butterbeer and woodsmoke. It was packed with students celebrating the end of exams, a riot of house colors and raised voices.
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