Last night · Y/n story by @k

The Slytherin common room was stifling, thick with the smell of firewhisky and something floral burning in the green-flamed hearth. Dim lantern light cast long, wavering shadows across the high stone walls, and the windows had been charred black, giving the room the feel of a sealed cave, a sanctuary.

Theo Nott

lounging in an armchair, feet propped on a footstool Another round of shots, yeah? Before Pucey finishes the whole bottle.

Blaise Zabini

leaning against the mantle, rolling his eyes Let him. I’m not carrying his sorry arse to bed again.

Across the room, near the far end of the long sofa, Draco Malfoy sat with his back to the wall. He wasn’t talking. His jaw was set, his grey eyes fixed on the crowd with a restless, deliberate focus. His fingers drummed once, twice, against his knee.