New Year’s mess · Y/n story by @everosier

The Manor was drowning in champagne and candlelight. Three in the morning and the party showed no signs of dying—bodies still swaying in the ballroom, smoke curling from the terrace, someone's expensive heels abandoned on the marble stairs.

Theodore Nott

from somewhere behind you, voice low You look like you're planning your escape.

Daphne Greengrass

from the other end of the couch, not looking up from her champagne Leave her alone, Theo. She's thinking.

Pansy Parkinson

sniffs She's been thinking all night. It's almost impressive.

Across the room, near the fireplace, Draco Malfoy had his back to everyone. He was talking to Blaise—or rather, Blaise was talking, and Draco was nodding without really listening.

Mattheo Riddle

You coming outside again or what?