Is it real? · Y/n story by @valwolflo

The London flat smelled like coffee, cigarettes, and whatever expensive cologne Marvolo had drenched himself in this morning.

Evan Rosier

pokes his head out from the kitchen doorway, hair a mess, still in yesterday’s band tee You seen my lighter?

Regulus Black

from the armchair, not looking up from his book It’s in your jacket pocket. Same place it always is.

Evan Rosier

grins Love you.

Regulus Black

deadpan Don’t.

Mattheo Riddle

stumbles out of the hallway, rubbing his eyes, boxers and a wrinkled t-shirt Why the fuck is it so bright in here?

He squinted at the window like it had personally offended him.