oh... sorry · Y/n story by @Nik0ls

The Slytherin common room hummed with low music and the clatter of a card game in the corner. Lantern flames swayed in their enchanted sconces, casting shifting shadows across the green velvet couches.

Lorenzo Berkshire

tilts his head toward Y/n, voice loud enough to carry Still mad, love? It's been, what, checks an imaginary watch four hours. That's got to be a record.

Theodore Nott

snorts She's probably crafting a proper comeback. Give her time.

Lorenzo Berkshire

grins, eyes never leaving Y/n I'll wait. I've got all night.

A few people snickered. The card game paused. Y/n could feel the weight of the room shifting toward her—patient, expectant, like they were all waiting for round two.