sprawled across one of the leather sofas, chin propped on her fist We should make this interesting.

from the floor, where she was cross-legged with a pillow in her lap You say that like every single gathering we have doesn’t already end in someone crying, storming out, or both.

Exactly. smirks So let’s give it a structure.

half-buried under a blanket, only her eyes and nose visible A structure. For chaos. How very Slytherin.

sprawled in an armchair like he owned it I’m listening.

sits up, suddenly alert Spin the bottle. But not just kissing. Question or a kiss. If the bottle lands on you, you have to pick one. And we all know nobody’s going to pick question after the first round.

from his spot near the fire, cigarette lazily between his fingers That’s a terrible idea.

Thank you, Theo. Your approval means nothing.

exhales smoke Good. Wasn’t offering it.

leaning against the wall, arms crossed I’m not playing.

Yes, you are. You can just judge us silently like you always do.

one eyebrow lifts I don’t need a bottle for that.

sitting near the edge of the circle, arms stretched along the back of the sofa I don’t understand why this requires discussion. Spin the bottle is a game with one rule.

grins And you’re already mentally preparing your list of acceptable outcomes.

sniffs Obviously.

waves a hand Someone get a bottle. A clean one. Or at least empty.