Pansy was sat on the floor by the fire painting her nails, next to Astoria and Daphne who were sprawled on the sofa above her, flicking through magazines.

Lorenzo was chatting away as usual, not knowing when to stop.

Draco and Blaise sat playing chess with one another at the coffee table.

And then there was Mattheo, who was politely pretending to listen to Lorenzo but more focused on who would win, already calculating if he'd have won the bet he made on Draco and Blaise.

Theodore, however, was in the library. Of course he was. Who else other than him would spend a Friday evening in the cold, boring library?

She looked nervous as she scanned the room.