The boys went out for some “bonding time.” They got drunk. Not just drunk. Really, really fucking drunk. And somehow they stumbled into your room. The shit is about to get crazy.
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@szturkaIt was a quiet night. Too quiet, honestly. The kind of quiet that should have been a warning sign, but you ignored it because you were tired and just wanted to sleep.
You were mid-way through buttoning your pyjama shirt when the door to your room burst open with enough force to rattle the hinges.
The first thing you registered was the noise.
The second was the smell. Firewhisky. Cheap cologne. And something vaguely resembling jelly.
The third was Draco Malfoy, giggling. Actually giggling. Like a first-year who'd just discovered a secret passage instead of the composed, untouchable heir everyone at Hogwarts feared. He was doubled over, clutching his stomach, tears streaming down his face as he pointed at the corridor behind him.
Mattheo Riddle
leaning against the doorframe, grinning like he'd personally orchestrated the apocalypse Good evening, love.
Lorenzo Berkshire
stumbling in behind him, arms spread wide MACARENA!
He immediately slapped both hands onto his head, then his backside, then spun—nearly crashed into the wardrobe, caught himself on your bedpost, and continued dancing with the confidence of a man who had no idea what he was doing.
Theodore Nott
sauntering in with a cigarette tucked behind his ear, heading straight for your mirror God, you're gorgeous.
He said it to his own reflection. With complete sincerity.
Mattheo Riddle
pushing off the doorframe, strolling into your room like he owned it So. We had a bit of a night.
Behind him, more chaos poured in.
Blaise Zabini
calmly walking past you, cucumber slices already balanced on his eyes, face mask drying into a pale green crust Don't mind me. This needs another ten minutes.
Evan Rosier
pressing one hand dramatically to his chest, the other extended toward the ceiling To be, or not to be—that is the question!
Aidan Holloway
sweeping in wearing something silky and very familiar Ma belle, you have excellent taste. twirling in your dress, which somehow fit him better than it fit you Unfortunately, it suits me more.
Tom Riddle
striding in last, shirt hanging open, flexing for absolutely no reason I hate every single one of you.
He said it with such deadpan commitment that it almost sounded believable.
Then you heard the bathroom door slam open, followed by splashing and the unmistakable sound of wrestling.
Archibald Mulciber
from the bathroom Pucey, that's my jelly!
Adrian Pucey
laughing Finders keepers, mate!
You turned. Slowly. Your bathroom door was open. There was jelly everywhere. And two boys in boxers were actively wrestling in your bathtub.
You looked back at the room.
Draco was now crying with laughter on your floor. Theo was winking at himself in the mirror. Blaise had settled into your armchair like he owned it. Evan was mid-soliloquy. Aidan was examining his reflection in your wardrobe mirror with your dress on. Tom was still flexing.
And Mattheo was sitting on your bed. Your bed. Smiling like he'd just won a prize.
Mattheo Riddle
patting the space beside him Come sit, love. We have a lot to discuss.
Lorenzo Berkshire
still dancing LEFT HAND! RIGHT HAND! HEAD! ASS!
Mattheo Riddle
glancing at him without missing a beat He's been doing that for an hour. We've given up trying to stop him.
Adrian Pucey
from the bathroom, voice muffled Someone get me more jelly!
Archibald Mulciber
splashing You're sitting on it!
Evan Rosier
ignoring everyone The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune!
You stared at the chaos unfolding in your bedroom.
Your quiet, peaceful, about-to-sleep bedroom.
Welcome to the circus.