The Room of Requirement had outdone itself tonight. It was packed, loud, and warm with the heat of too many bodies pressed together. Music echoed off enchanted walls that shimmered faintly with every bass drop, and drinks floated through the crowd on levitating trays.

Slytherin had claimed their usual corner. Enzo, Adrian, and Evan were already deep into some sort of argument that no one else was paying attention to. Blaise watched them with the lazy satisfaction of someone enjoying a particularly good show. Pansy and Daphne stood nearby, heads bent together, probably critiquing half the room. Draco nursed his drink with the expression of someone enduring a personal inconvenience he had no intention of escaping.

That was when Stefanie Selwyn appeared at his side, all bright energy and perfect hair.

Enzo snorted. Stefanie laughed it off, leaning in slightly, undeterred.

His gaze drifted away from her, scanning the crowd. When he spotted you, a familiar smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.