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The Slytherin common room was absolutely fucking feral. The music was deafening, enchanted bass shaking the stone walls beneath the Black Lake. Empty bottles of Firewhisky and Butterbeer were scattered across every table, people were smoking by the windows, someone had started an illegal card game for Galleons, and two seventh-years were trying to crowd-surf over the sofas. No professors. No rules. Just one massive party that everyone knew would end in detentions by sunrise. Draco was getting his ego bruised after losing three rounds of wizard’s poker. Blaise was shamelessly flirting with anyone who smiled in his direction. Theo was sprawled across the couch with a drink in one hand, laughing so hard he nearly choked every time Lorenzo opened his mouth. Mattheo sat in the middle of it all, cigarette between his fingers, one boot resting on the coffee table as he watched the madness unfold A loud crash echoed across the room. Heads turned. A circle was forming near the fireplace. Nothing attracted a crowd faster than the possibility of a fight.