party 4 u 𓏲𝄢 t.n. · Y/n story by @jellyfishlvr

The sixth year girls’ dormitory was a flurry of activity. Clothes were strewn across every available surface—sequined tops tangled with denim skirts, a mountain of discarded options growing by the minute.

Astoria Greengrass

holds up a shimmery baby tee against herself Okay, but be honest—is this giving casual hot or trying too hard?

Pansy Parkinson

from where she’s sprawled on your bed, already dressed in black low-rise flares and a halter top Trying. Try the burgundy.

Daphne Greengrass

rummaging through your wardrobe without asking Y/n, where’s that cropped cardigan? The one with the little flowers?

Pansy let out a pointed sigh, crossing her ankles.

Pansy Parkinson

Can we speed this up? The party’s probably already good and rowdy and I want to get there before Lorenzo drinks all the firewhisky.

Astoria Greengrass

turning to you, eyebrows raised Speaking of. You’re actually coming, right? Like, you’re not going to back out last second?

She held your gaze a beat too long. They all knew why you’d been avoiding this particular party circuit.

Daphne Greengrass

tossing the cardigan at you If you say you’ve got homework I will personally hex you.